Let My Heart Be HardenedLet My Heart Be HardenedLet My Heart Be Hardened by Feather-Of-Maat
You dare. You dare return after twenty-three years to tell me that you have come back only to free the Hebrew slaves, and not be a prince of Egypt again. Liberate the slaves! What a thought! They are beneath you, they are beneath us all! I see by your expression and voice that you are not joking. You are being completely serious in your dismissal of my desire to wipe away your past crimes and declare you a prince of Egypt.
I ask you, then, brother, then why did you bother to return to the palace, if not to me?
Do you know how much I missed you when you were gone? Do you know how much it meant to me when I saw you walk through the door, and at that moment know my brother lived? The way my heart leaped in my chest! The way my sorrow evaporated like the darkness at dawn! How my jubilance exploded in my heart as I embraced you.
He is alive! I’d celebrated, Moses lives! He lives! My brother! He is well! His heart yet beats, he yet lives
POLISHED SPEECHin a beautiful gardenPOLISHED SPEECH by LindaBostic
an old tiger
jumped from a
his infinite soul
a great sage
from the Blue Lotus
Your Graceful InsultNow that your goneYour Graceful Insult by LindaBostic
I realise what an
insult you were
I deluded myself into
believing it was your
When in fact
it was only
PRIESTESS~ SMUDGESparks my smokePRIESTESS~ SMUDGE by LindaBostic
Hears my fire
Bless this space
Give your grace
See only good
Quench these ashes
With my love____
The Battle Roar of SekhmetEgypt, 1350 BCThe Battle Roar of Sekhmet by DaBrandonSphere
I entered the sanctuary area at the back of our hut with a bowl of gazelle meat. Beside me my niece, little Nebet, hugged her miniature drum as if it were a doll. The likenesses of our forefathers and mothers watched our passage with painted eyes, their altars adorned with weapons and the gold flies their valor had earned them in life. But it was the gilded likeness of Sekhmet, she of the lion mask and blood-dyed gown, who awaited our arrival against the wall. Despite the dimming of the sunlight through our hut's narrow windows, Sekhmet's amber eyes blazed with the same fire that had emboldened generations of our ancestors.
Many times I had knelt before her as I did now, lighting the meat I laid at her feet. The scent of its burning recalled battle after battle of blazing tents and enemies being speared, shot, or cleaved into pieces. The warmth channeled the sun’s blazing heat, which glossed my dark brown skin