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I
The capital of my soul
Has been invaded
And the Black House
Of mind
Is in danger of falling
But the secret service
Spirit stabilizes security
Stifling seditious seduction
Of the lady of my prized liberty
Balancing the scales here
In my inner-sanctum being;
Up and faith-filled,
I journey onward:
II
These whispering words
The evidence here penned
Echoing foreverness
Reflected in the black
Penning hereof
Where we just keep
Coming on and on
From the raped
Motherland
From whom we were
Temporally aborted
Human lives
To be re-wombed
Sardine-can style
In the belly-bowels
Of consecrated slave ships
That journey broken
Middle Passage waters
Of institutional birth
Of the shackling
Of bastardized
Black men and women
Arriving in the home
Of the brave and the land
Of the free
Of none-hued people
Like that of you and me
Who despite dehumanizing
Racist extinction crucifixions
Are still here where we
Just keep coming on
As nothing nor anything
Can erase us
Nor our eternal blackness
As we continue
On the battlefield of the Lord
Breastplated with faith
Endurance mobility…
III
Although we never got
The forty acres and the mules
We did claim freed minds
And liberated souls
That bred acres of mule-strong
Liberating generations
That just keeps coming on
Shining like the sun of day
And ebony night glowing
Of the reflecting moon
For as Toni echoed
We are the Emancipation
Proclamation of true
[And] enduring liberation
Evident in our still being here
And continuing to keep
Coming on
With our eyes on the prize
Shattering Sisyphean
Rocks of oppression
Melting in the boiling
Black pots of a humanity
Whose steaming black essence
Is of the waters of the cistern
Of fearless black love
Whose seemingly evaporation
Is merely the formation
Of its own black clouds
Raining down on the generations
Of black men and women
Who are still here
And who will just keep coming on
Cementing and black-topping
A liberated black world
Of justice and equanimity to all
For we’re the true melting pot
Immortalize in our black house up
Never coming down.
