Redacted Heritage
Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul suffering the same hellish fate,
identity crisis ensued
We became strangers in a strange land,
whose hard stammering speech we didn’t understand
Forced assimilation caused the vanishing
of our historical place in history
Slavery was the clinical template used to erase
a captive people’s heritage
The need to survive became primal,
and the devolving of a distinct culture occurred
Our achievements and failures, genealogical legacy ...
all spiritual knowledge was wiped away ...
never to be recorded for the generation yet-to-come
A captive people who became a dead branch
hanging on the tree of humanity
The knowledge of God was removed from
our collective psyche
We became a dead people in the land of our captivity
A dead branch cast into the furnace of oppression
The peculiar gifts of our genome,
in a constant state of flux, moves inevitably toward entropy
Cultural degeneration is the erasing of a heritage
The root of my people’s origin is redacted
in the archives of our conquerors
There is no mention in Western civilization teaching,
that King James was a black man
A great man who had the wisdom of Solomon,
and commissioned the translation
of the Hebrew scriptures into English —
This Samson effort resulted in the Holy Bible as know it today
King James’s brilliant reign over England, Scotland and Ireland
has been sublimated ...
his Jewish heritage, and great works
have been blotted out, because he was a black man
Erased, with no footnote of truth
Thus also is the same fate of the mingled people
carried captive from the land of Ham
That biblical land we call Africa today
A people that was becomes a people that is not;
their historical existence erased,
removed from the chronicles of the victors
The collective soul of a captive people
diminishes into a fungal entity of no value
Once the native language was excised,
the bond of a shared identity dissolves
We became a people conditioned to hate one another.
my became a people infected with the Cain complex
Unable to pass our collective knowledge
to the next generation,
our unique heritage is erased ...
buried in the sands of antiquity
Blank DNA is the marked pages used
to annotate our redacted heritage
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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