BlueInk Poets

Dear future leaders
Great minds
Potential presidents
Potential governors
Doctors
Pastors
Teachers
And potential engineers

I understand exactly how you feel
You've seen the wounds of our failed leaders who are trying to heal
I can read your will
I see you don't want to join the wheel
That's why I'm here to be real

You see excelling is surpassing others in some good quality
And it's a virtue
Take a look at me
It doesn't matter how you feel
We cannot swing
If we cannot cross the T's and dot the I's
If you only choose to look and not see with our eyes
I will only freeze and be to you an ice

I don't compromise
I always strategize
I love to organise
Making living like paradise
Anything less makes me paralyze
Haven't you realize
I'm a king
I'm a spirit
I'm a virtue
I'm a quality
I may not be in quantity
That's why I don't live in every personality
I love sanity,purity and productivity
I hate mediocrity, stupidity and unproductivity
I take sovereignty in personalities who love my quality

I cast my spell and make them excellent
Oh yes I have a spell
Like fairy godmothers spell
Though it ends at twelve midnight
Mine lasts forever
I existed in creation stories you tell
Forming the earth, the heavens
Michael and Gabriel
Unknowingly I might be called Emmanuel
Even God needed me to excellent
Now you can tell exactly who I am
I am the highest remark in every performance and existence
I am excellence

Lady IFy
Blue Ink Poets

THINK ON THESE THINGS

Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?
Do you know how it's measure of spatial extent was determined?
Who did the surveying?
Who decreed the boundaries of the seas
When they gushed from the depths?
Who adorned them with clouds and thick darkness
And prevented them by limiting their shores?

Have you ever once ordered the morning to appear?
Or caused daylight to rise in the east like a Sun God?
Have you ever robed dawn in red?
Have you explored the springs
From which the seas came?
Has the location of the gates of death
Been revealed to you?
Where does the light comes from
And how do you get there?
Can you find the boundaries
Or the source of darkness?

Have you visited the treasuries of the snow?
Or seen where hail is made and stored?
Where is the path to the distribution point of light?
Where is the home of the east wind?
Who dug the valleys for the torrent of rain?

Has the rain a father?
Who is the mother of ice and frost?
Can you hold back the stars?
Can you ensure the proper sequence of the season?
Or guide the constellation of the bear with her satellites across the heavens?
Do you even know what it means?
Do you know how the heavens influence the earth?
Then why don't you acknowledge me?
Why don't you trust in me?
Why won't you yield to your father?
Do you have all these answers?.

LADY IFY
BLUE INK POETS

CHILD CRY
I want to know how to read
I want to scribble on the sand
And nod like a proffesor out of the library

I don't want to remain a livid little child from the streets
I want to learn to blend and bend to avoid a painful end
I don't want to remain a dish washer for MAMA J
I don't want to be a young child committing felonies
But I want to be a sweet little child
Who is smart in the brain
And not only with the hands
HELP ME AFRICA

BLUE INK POETS
PEN NAME: LADY IFY
ALTAGRACIA

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Whenever I am asked
Can you come up with a new idea
I get so scared
Fear attack me with full armour
My stomach flutter
It kinda sound like
Sweetheart can I have a cup of sweats
It's like passing a very narrow strip of plain hell
Maybe you can address me as
Miss Pusillanimous

Lady Altagracia
Blue Ink Poets