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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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