Blackxellence

Poem by Nessy Shimwafeni

I am constantly productive in my creative zone

If I made it this far it means I have grown,

Boys 2 Men, leave the Childish Gambino games alone,

it's time to build empires like Amazon.

Failure is a teacher that can fill you with doubt

Hustlers don't complain and never bailout

Keep your feet in the streets but your head in the cloud,

Ideas need cultivation before Success can sprout.

Dreamers dream

Entrepreneurs they start,

My Blackxllence comes straight from my heart,

I stretch my marks and give birth to my Art.

The monk who sold his Ferrari escaped his mental prison

Ignore the haters with their constant criticism,

the future is now and not just anymore a Vision,

when opportunities strike, make the right decision.

When a hustler becomes a billionaire I call it Bossmosis

My marathon continues, but my priorities have changed in the process,

while I wait for God to come through like he did for Moses,

my hustle for Greatness stays on point, and becomes just more ferocious.

Dreamers dream

Entrepreneurs they start,

My Blackxllence comes straight from my heart,

I stretch my marks and give birth to my art.

Nessy Shimwafeni