Michael Miller

~Destiny~ Who am I? This mystical wonder beneath the sky? In some cases, I am a mystery myself. I'm lost, and condemned, forever the generational wanderer--n- search of Dominion. With cruelty it was snatched, and knowledge of myself became torn from under. Who am I? This mystery beneath the sky? Said to have not history, I am feared by he, whom thinks himself superior to me, whilst My Ancestral blood runs the course of his veins, brings him life, yet of this fact illiterate he remains. Who am I? I am the builder of your hoods, towns, lavishing cities which from nothing you claimed , just sprang from ground. I was proclaimed your tiller or earth, Busters of sod, tender of field, home, and yard, from dusk to dark. Non human, beast of Earth, labeled as property, To you, my life had not value , my sweat was my worth. Who am I? I’m the jeweled Opal The sparkling fire alight in many a Mama's eye, I am the tea