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I Have Seen This World Before
I have seen this world, The signs around us That gives direction to the quickest Way down the dark road of destruction Ignorance has disrupted the connection Of our optic fibers So many of us can’t see That we are surrounded By the frequencies, subliminally. I’ve heard the starving children Cry at night, I’ve witnessed the Black Hand On the black trigger aimed At his black brother across the street, I’ve smelled the hatred of the fictitiously equated Rose of justice that grew From the concrete foundation This nation was built on. I’ve touched the bodies of those Crippled by decades of shame So they lay on dark roads Scratching in dirt to find destiny Not realizing their digging their Own graves: Slavery. But the same force that drives me to believe In fairytales, and happy endings, and prince charming, That I need the air I breathe Is my mustard seed? Although I never been and it’s unseen Can’t mean it doesn’t exist. Sometimes I staring out the window pane, My mind wonders tagging my soul along To a place in time that knows no pain Where queens are similar to Sheba, Kings reminiscent of Tut, Things that is brighter than the sun. Our sons no longer in manacles Only bound by chains draped Upon their chest Just below raised chins and elongated necks The earth is no longer green But black, she bears her naked skin unashamed And her womb Bears the time capsule to our future. Third worlds, black on black violence, And AIDS are only Found on tombstones Above graves that have buried the past. I am here To reclaim our kingdoms. But one day we will all live in this place No longer will tolerate Living on the brink: Freedom.
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Book: Shattered Sighs