Dear Minister Farakhan:
I greet you sir
As-Salaam Alaikum
Sir
I am
admitting to you
that from being
Saturated
in European commercialism
That I
The poet
Known as
Alekia Abeni
Once dreamt of going to
London
because
I
wanted to be a
Spice Girl
I digged the scene
And when
I thought of
Africa
I
thought of
hungry Children
with flies on their eyes
or
Elizabeth Taylor
That's the truth
my secret
Truth
See I
I
come from a place
where
I
feel just like
The twisted thought of
Believing
that what was
aforementioned was
true
See
I admire you
Because
You
speak the
Truth
about
Who I am
and
Whose I am
My true rank
before I bore this
Tat on my
Arm
Shoulder blade and
Thigh
Marked upon my flesh
to show my
Loyalty
"Woe is me"
I thought that a couple times about my
Destiny
that this
European culture
has produced for
Me
I
feeding off of lies
Bearing all of my
Adornments
Now, the man
I
allowed to fondle me
is
blasting me in the public
I chose this life
Life
Life is but a dream
But
What happens to a dream deferred?
Because it seems
I am only left with
ashes
ashes
We all fall down
So I choose to bow
Not at the feet of man
For I overstand
that we are amongst
Men
But
some Men
Men of Faith
Faith
that someone
like me
is apart of a beautiful race
I listen
trying to fathom this
POWER
The clocks ticking
I try to make up the hours
Could it be true
That this is truly
Ours
That everything that is written is
Truly
Ours?
I believe it
and
I want to
press forth
No lip service
But sir
I'm scared
So I wander
Just another
Hungry Soul
Looking at a picnic table
Invited to eat
But
Only looking
but
not partaking at the Feast