i feel....to fly
cause i.....am looking to the sky
and i....can't lie...i ...am...feeling...high
i am.....a spiritual butterfly
yes, with straightened hair
but that don't make me any less
of an African heir....ya see
my Africanism boils in the blood that runs on the inside
and that ain't nothing i can ever hide......or run from
for my existence dates back to when time begun
when God created......woman......
a woman beautiful and black
with the strength to outlive any racial, mental or spiritual attack
from the tones of my skin to my big 'behind
i represent the alpha and omega of my time
and all this talk bout my natural fruits
i can't morph into my Africanism as i suit....it
is always with me even if i don't open it
what i am is what i am and i ain't running from it
i am proud to be the colour of when the clock strikes midnight
the colour of the rich soil that feeds this black life
of coffee beans, coal stones and roast breadfruit
i am all the colours of Joseph's multicolour suit
so don't be confused or amused
with all this chatter bout my roots
i am as sure of myself as Gabby was about boots
i am.......
Harriet Tubman, Betty Shabazz, Maya Angelou, Iris Mayers
i am here to silence all the gossipers and naysayers
that spread propaganda and illicit affairs
about the lack of Africanism my hairstyle bears
but it is here and it ain't going nowhere.
beauty is only skin deep, too much focus on the physical
our bodies are only temporary cocoons enclosing the spiritual...soul
behold! i present to you an ambitious black queen
who possesses eyes that see where her ancestors have been
and knows that the day will soon come
when we will all be trodding back to the motherland......soon come.
so.....
i ain't got to jump round and prance round de stage like DJ :)
orrapitsofastyouhavetostraintohearwhatisay...... :)
like Adrian....i gon live my life inna sorta way
that even from a distance you can see where my roots lay.
For Africanism is also state of mind
it is living legends that run through this poetic bloodline
Africa represents the earth, all its riches, the being behind the strong black man
as everything i know derives from the soul of a black woman
from the seeds, the winds, life and everything it brings
all stand at attention when a black woman sings.
i breathe in my history, it seeps through every pore
it breeds in the mind of this humble negro
and this knowledge once attained will never depart from me
it bides in my mind's eye and in that part of me......
that exists even when i am not even aware or cautious
ever-present is my African subconscious.
and with this knowledge i am never alone
and like you, i deserve my place too on that African throne.
(the dopest ethiopian)
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You are much much more than your hair sis. Respect. Definitely gold medal worthy!!
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