I Forgot my name
but cannot divorce the way I am
cause vows made between I AM
left me the way I am.
Whats my name?
This question I asked
once upon a time
lost in dark tunnels
where no light dwells.
Who am I?
Cannot trace my past
steps, for I was cast
down somewhere between
heaven and hell,
a gift and curse
the story my life tells
Now where am I?
In this hilly society
im a secret mystery
to everyone around me,
and momentarily, even to me
Until I heard internally
a tender voice so gently,
guiding me to my destiny
Revealing to me the legacy
of my tragedy, my calamity
my peculiarity, irregularity thats genetically
my identity, creativity that freed me from old
tendencies and cloudy nuisances
to embrace my inheritance, my sentence
that chosen lineage- to you its garbage
to me its a privilege!
My secret so ancient im from Krypton,
I became like human, irrelevant
when my ship crashed, and
landed in this land- unimportant.
What am I to do?
I share my secrets with few,
for I am Semugeshi, its true
a mystery, a controversy, a left hand glory
check the old history,holy literary testimony
You dont see? Its scary
Cause im slim shady, yes im the real shady!
all those other slim shady are just imitating
I stand up.
My weakness, Kryptonite,
small radioactive lite fragments
from my home planet
that was destroyed when I was a baby,
not far from February,
you still dont see, you dont believe me
its funny!
My destiny
was kept for me
a life of misery
yet full of Ecstasy.
I live between fantasy
and reality- your kidding me
you dont yet see?
I am Semugeshi!
Let me explain more clearly
ready?
My name is bigger than me, culturally
the throne was handed to me
from before a baby, from eternity.
Smallville is my home you see
Christopher Reeves has nothing on me
but you'll never find me
cause you cannot see me
unless I reveal freely the mystery
of Semugeshi...
A legendary mythology of literary quality
a timeless biography of sacred etymology
an oral tradition with no apology
and with no apology I mean no theology
A Solomonic biology of Ethiopian originality
A royal dynasty, A mystical chronology
an old old story of ancient propensity
of spiritual proclivity with ritualistic tendency
a peculiar society of kingly hierarchy
the one and only- Semugeshi.
Sincerely, that's me- its reality,no fantasy
I run, but cant hide you see-
from my ancestry,
my printed destiny.
But im not the only, for ther more like me
but there can only be
One Martin Mutabazi.
Mythical_Poet
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My name, my life, my experience, my identity is all in this poem. Very deep poem even for me
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