I Even Shake the Devils Hand (Poem)

Mexica Poetry 1

The medicine I carry is divine & infectious,
I even shake the Devil’s hand.
At One with Cr8r
God energy blanket waterfalls,
Crowns me iridescent plumage & jades.
Few can see this, I mind it none.
Indulgers of darkness scurry like roaches at the light of new dawn.
I am here now,
Allow me 2 introduce you to my destiny.

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About the author

Miguel Quimichipilli Bravo— Chicano-P'urhepecha from Venice, CA. Native-Indigenous spiritual activist, educator, lettering artist, musician, and Native spiritual run organizer since 2002. http://spiritrun.ws/