An Editorial Review On Pronunciation
I felt my name slip off his tongue
Before he even thought to consider
Whether to pronounce it
Ashanti Asante or Asanti
Oh Queen Nanny, let them be
Pitch black warriors
made night their playground
and pounced on trespassers
How long boat rides led to new languages of blackness
Afrocentric heroes making mockery out
of zeroes with puffed up chests
I guess I must tell him its spelt Asante
Choice pronunciation of Ashanti, my father had his way
There are warriors with spears etched out in my name
So remember this phoneme correctly
Not for the sake of me
I do no regret this happening
If it means I must teach myself again
About tall trees in mountains
And hidden languages in Acompong
Maroons
I remember how my father referred to his skin
in escape of midnight, unseen and out of sight
Burn down these buildings and leave traces of nothingness
That’s what we do
People of the blue mountains and mango season
Die bare back as we came in
Never looking back at those small things
A S A N T E
Protect and preserve this thing here
Great Golden stool, I have you
Asantewaa can’t fight for me
She’s been conquered
But I am here in the essence of new beginnings
And they can’t steal this empire
Osei Tutu now crowns me with these words
This is my kingdom set in proverbs
Great in spirit
I guess that’s why I've always been hot tempered
You can't rename me now
No Saul to Paul or Jacob to Israel
It's meant this way
I have to live up to those brutal conquest
and lead brigades to free the souls
of a beaten down distinction
Asante or Ashanti
If you know your history
I used to trip up on the slip up
Of mispronunciation
They saw something in the water
Intricately braided hair
and rage beating down freedom out of clouds
Spirit of fighters never forsook my tongue
Now I fight with things like cold stares and pens
Markers, paper, cell phone, notepads
Times new roman font in unsaved documents recovered
I feel a bit of shame as I remember middle school
Seventh grade
I decided to give up and let them name me
I didn’t want to explain the accent on the e
How I put it there for flare
Kromanti languages losing power on my position
couldn’t find me overseas
Now I pipe up to them 'speak correctly'
to buy back years of Africa's lost history
It’s me now behind fogs
Standing invisible amidst nothingness
I go back and am back to the position
and election of my name
A S A N T E
Asante or Ashanti
Don’t forget the accent on the e
Copyright © Te Indi | Year Posted 2013
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