KEMET LIVES

Along the River Nile Lies a potent earth so fertile Before it met a sudden death In the cold hands of civilization. Now it lives only as a ghost Once a symbol of becoming A beacon of hope A name we carried like breath. They stripped her of her story Wrapped her in another’s image Called her ruins what was once glory And buried her truth beneath conquest. But Kemet still lives In skin kissed by sun In tongues they tried to silence In the pride of those who still remember her name.