The Ancestor's Breath

Bones unearthed so roads may go places Our people were not permitted to know, Rise up, open up, open up, The medicine is in the land, Is in the mangoes, Is in the yams, The ancestors words are on the wind, The shamanic gifts are in my bones, Our inheritance, our sense, our skill, We are blessed by the sharing, We are blessed with ancestral gifts, Just you being here is an act of defiance, I see you I see you with God’s eye, I breathe you in with my ancestors breath.