to young griots of today
today’s true timed
poets—griots of the times
must write because
chosen to do so
not to compete
one with another
rather inking words together
scripting othello hued echoes
completing the truth of our-story
his-story chose to delete
remember the griots of old
timely praising ebony queens
banishing words echoing the obscene
you young yearning poets
be today’s story tellers
of our completion
rather than mimicking
their foolish competition
keep it forever real
your souls…
let no one ever steal