Time Uproot the Rocks

Home is the word we love to hear: The dreams are never over, They are always a break through: after the tears: An x is lodge in our heads was it the, rock, a tree, or the hidden board, Time welt serve: time to cash in Time uproot the rocks that tree and those loose boards would this be a happy ending? You had choose the life of crime The crime didn’t nail itself: Every day a black man Under the age of twenty Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light He longs to return to his mother womb: I see the love of their mothers While she holds their hands at age three at age twenty three I see the replacement : the chrome bracelets: the resentment Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black: **“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.” ? Amit Kalantri** *“Oh Child Look within Find your ForeMothers Find them Find them” ? Malebo Sephodi**