The Cell II: My Refuge Ojore Dhoruba

THE CELL II My Refuge

My concrete cocoon that causes me to transform from chaos to consciousness. I come forth from concrete and metal a changed man. My temple, where I achieve spiritual fulfillment. Here, I offer my call of silent thoughts to appeal for strength, discipline and guidance.

My shrine, where the walls become an alter. Displaying photos of my ancestors and the living faces of those I worship and bestow praise upon.

My refuge and solitude. That shields me from the inflated egos and programed torpedoes, who are armed prisoners and guards, who wish to do me harm

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