Take Me Back

Take me back to my mother's womb Where darkness was light Vision my perspective and my third eye well versed Fluidity championed my freedom, movement boundless. Where the only ropes that tethered me were cords that brought nourishment to my blood, limitless were my stores My soundtrack the constant beating of the heart that accepted me before I encountered...you ...and me Please take me back to my mother's womb Where my tears mingled with the waters that surrounded me never to be witnessed by man These same waters that buffered the inevitable jarring of my body and ultimately, distortions in my soul. Toil was not known to me as hours became days, weeks, then months. My form, strength, it simply became, effortlessly as was originally decreed. Oh! I beg you, take me back to my mother's womb Where visions of my Creator were still vivid and instructions for my purpose well memorized! My buttocks still smarting from being bounced on my ancestors' knees as I listened to stories as good as my own Clear in my mind, the echoing laughter of my Asian sister to come and the Senegalese brother that never was, as we played innocent games awaiting our calling... Listen to me, as I plead with you to take me back to my mother's womb, where all was as it should be.