Firm On the Ground

Firm On the Ground I’ve weaved my sturdy house Not in seams of a bust blouse Neither in quagmire or mound But in so firm a rocky ground. Friends I do need on the road Just to lighten my heavy load Not the purpose of my travel To establish or to unravel. Being my Sister or my Brother Does not appoint one a bother I’m not an elusive Hypocrite Whose schemes are discreet. Let me wear self inside-out So that I dispel any doubt: Whoever claims to know most His knowledge is fast lost. I’m firmly put on the ground I’m not just a moving mound I’m not a Radical or Shaker I’m a devoted Peace Maker. I follow the Sages’ footsteps Not to beg at their doorsteps No hammer this body will hack I was born bold and Black! JM 23rd Oct’ 2013