Islands

No place on earth is more changeable than the seasonal forest Undergoing radical transformations from the world above Year after after year To spend a day here is nature’s way of offering a spa A bathe in nature No place under the constellations echoes such beauty Denying this blessing is like hosting the roland garros amongst the stars, My fathers father braved these woods These vines have been mingling in my veins before my chain and slave trade days I am an original Blackman Descended from the soil and birthed from the womb of an African deity Four hundred rotations ago,my life was worth less than ngwe and kwacha Or perhaps ivory and copper. I was taken by ship,auctioned and campused through the door of no return To Babylon I was cast Told to believe without questioning their religion, They called it faith And in that maze of what is and what could not be, Our fathers tree’s had lost their roots They now tell us to believe without questioning And they call it obedience, But in my dreams I have seen the clouds crushing and the world on fire, I have pierced my probing eyes through the veil of anonymity, Ethiopia is the promised land. Not Jerusalem.