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Like blades of grass
challenging the scythe time,
we are still here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
Like aged forest trees
lightening could not bow,
we are still here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
From the depths of its pit
we have tasted death’s sting, but
we are still here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
Out of the ashes of time
we rise like the phoenix, and
we are still here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
Soaring on wings of audacious faith
Ii the winds of liberation,
we are still here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
Once frozen minds of fear are thawed
by the warming flames of truth, and
we are still here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
God is our ever present strength
fueling us with fiery hope; and
we are still here—
Filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
And when the setting sun has gone,
and the risen moon shall have come,
we’ll still be here—
filling the spaces our ancestors
have left.
The womb’s cord may be gone,
but the umbilicus is still here—
filling the spaces the ancestors
have left.
And when retribution shall have
wipe away the tyranny of oppression,
we’ll still be here—
dancing in the spaces our ancestors
have left:
~We
Are
The
Navels
The
Ancestors
Left~
