To a Prodigal Awakening

To A Prodigal Awakening They said the grass was greener On the other side; so you stepped over—clutching great expectations and the satisfaction of lingering hunger for better. Yes you yearned to be What you’re not. You returned bewildered and dismayed; Perilous journey— The sojourn to truths taught often tries the soul. The life of our fulfillment in creation is an ebony tower— transcending all nullification of those created in The Image: Welcome home Brother. Come Bathe and baptize yourself in the Nile waters of your Nubian beginning. Indeed, there’s no place like home; where black is beautiful and it’s so beautiful To be young, gifted and black— And that’s a fact.