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*Your invention reveals your truths-James Baldwin*
There is no time
We are always chasing the clock
Take me to a land where I am no longer a prisoner of war
And a seed of nonexistent time
We are continually stepping into a mechanical paradigm of a made up reality
A congregation of lies
Set me free
Let me see how powerful that I really am
This brown sugar skin means so much more than your made up spells that spew out of those poisonous lips
Give us our land
You've shifted our ability to focus on your weakness, disguised as mighty power
All seeing
Ever knowing fraud
You know where you come from
A Kiss of death from a serpents lips
There is no time
Only wonders and works
We exist in the air, You see us in the land & You smell us in the trees
The planet was dark, there were no anomalies
Only perfection and love
Eye can see past this one dimensional world
To a universe where we are the original man
I understand it's textures
My hair has never felt so good
My skin has never glowed like this
Our spirits have never left.
We've never left our music
We've never left our sound
We've never left out dance
We've always praised the wind
We Saw bright stars and understood the moon
And We've spoke with the sun
He bathed our skin in melanin
Ebony, chocolate coco brown, redbone, caramel, honey colored Gods.
We never left our homeland
It has lived through us
We stomp our feet on its ground
We are one with this land, we are mountains
We are the trees
We are the air
We are the water
We are the wind
WE ARE ALL LANDS
Purified in God's image
The spirit of our fathers has traveled through different soil and different generations
But we've always had soul
A bloodied island has been forbidden to speak of our true name
And her trees speak of demons from foreign lands
She has cried for the children of the lost
She has whispered individually their true names
She holds their bruised body's delicately in her hands
And tells them of a poisonous plague
Our land
Flourished with milk and honey
With The sounds of the rains in tune with the rhythm of the drums
The morning dew had a different name
MUD WAS NOT OUR HOME
We prospered in love and thrived in peace
My brother was a warrior and my sister was a Queen
My grandmother, was a proud high priestess
MY father was CHIEF.
We are still ONE
Our vibrations are in tune with this land's mother
Can you hear her beat? She beckons to me at night
The tree's yield to her voice
It is soft, almost a faint whisper, she still has a pulse
Her words are clairvoyant
Home has always been here, we have never left
She speaks, My children dwell with me
And remember your birthrights
Speak to the mountains, at one time in history the air whispered your indigenous name
The sun boasted in your Glory
Our mother's whipped, and tired fingertips, turned scraps into SOULfood
They painted a variety of entrées so good that for a brief moment we remembered that
We are magical
We are amazing, and resilient
Beautiful and brilliant
Copper colored Gold
The world still admires us, because we ruled this planet
HIStory if not corrected will repeat itself
Our land is here, our home has always been here.
The spell has been broken
Return home, the indigenous one.
