My Black Art
Travels that define human conditions
Predisposed by replenishing waters from tears
I am fed throughout dispensation by how I am 2b led
Bred by a cosmos that surrounds and transcends time
Brought and sold upon foreign shores I now call home
Looking out towards ancestral kingdoms still heirs to thrones
Given over to conquerors to help further civilizations creations
All the while despised and hated for my shield of opaque
Mysteries of evolution are exposed on my back of billions of lashes
I carry economies behind bars in prison cells' encamped labor markets
Forever viewed as the heart of struggle, the spirit of humanity still remains
Entertaining the less fortunate by giving them reason and meaning to existence
This canvas that speaks of me is older than religious scrolls from redwoods
This seasoning and spice is brine in oceans and seas for ever is my emotion
My words are spotlighted and highlights my relevance to healing balms
For within these palms clasped to form the pyramid of power in praise and prayers
Innocence still remains like fresh water ponds reign from mountain top commandments
Spectrums of mulatto cream to brownish red clay to black silver coal to gold transcends
Diamonds and precious mettle is what will always resonate within so I remember richness
Having lost and found treasures over and over throughout time, my manifests never end
Incognito at times I still am 2b recognized as the oldest part of humanity
For one day my heart will be reconciled like lost treasures rediscovered in vacant lots
Once abandoned and shun, now uncovered in coming renaissance in thinking or being
I exist and persist as God's Greatest gift, my Black Heart will always be cherished....