I AM AFRICA A SLAVE WITH TWO TOES GONE

I am every Black Nation, affected by the enslavement of its people and, theft of its, land, culture, and most precious artifact, its History.

I am a slave with two toes gone, stumbling ever so carefully away from oppression, through this forest of life, trying to find my two toes so I can plant my two whole feet in this world, and leave a positive impression for my people to follow.

I repent for my role in allowing this vicious cycle of injustice to my people to continue. I must no longer continue to be that, “House N***a slave,” who turns his back on those in need; for a chance to have a room in the master’s house, a better position on the plantation, less beatings, better clothing, and good eats.

I am tired of dangling from these spiritual, mental, and societal ropes that leave me constantly gasping for my last breath, slowly but assuredly choking the Light from my body, rendering me hopelessly unbalanced, and fearfully incapable of ever truly standing on my own.

So From this day forth, I will do my best to keep my balance on whatever stumbling block that I must stand upon, to release this noose from my neck and stand up as the positive example I am expected to be.

I will stretch out my arms to cut down and untie the ropes from the necks of those who dangle before me, no matter the consequences.

I will do all that is within my power to prevent my people from continuing to be separated, beaten, shackled, and chained.

I will study harder to provide the keys that unlock the shackles and chains of those who have been wrongfully and unlawfully bound.

For I am a slave running through this forest with two toes gone, knowing that from this point on, I can never look back, and every time I hear the sound of the dogs barking, I must tread water to throw them off of my scent.

Every time I hear the voices of those who so hatefully peruse me, calling the name I was given to bring me back to the life of a plantation slave, I must gain more ground.

For I know now, that my oppressors cut off my two toes to slow me down and keep me from quickly reaching the end of the forest of oppression, where my seemingly vision of freedom lies and that they will use any means necessary to ensnare me in their traps, to end my quest for freedom, and keep me from ever regaining my balance

So as tired and off balance as I am, I run

I run because the pain from the voided spaces on these feet, is more than physical and will not allow me to rest until I am at the end of this labyrinth of twisted farces and fallacies that allow the stolen history of an entire civilization to be gazed upon as an exhibit for the amusement of the masses, read as a fairytale, or just mere words in a poem written by a great poet.

I run, stumbling, searching through every avenue, corridor, and eve of time, for the two toes that prove to the world that, my forefathers and I are more than whipping mules and industrial and environmental tools to be used at the whim of the lazy and done away with when broken beyond use.
I am of the descendants of earths first people
I Am Africa

I stumbled through the undergrounds, through street marches, rally’s, speeches, and sermons, where I was greeted by very strong-willed spirits, who seemed to had been sent from the heavens to save the lost sheep, had the keys to save their people from the gates of hell, and had paid the price of sacrifice for many slaves who had lost their two toes to ride the freedom train through the hidden corridors of the abyss, to the Pearly Gates where all of the eight-toed slaves who seemed to had made it to the promise land, were given back their limbs. But for some reason, mine just did not seem to fit, nor could I continue to stand and watch my people pretend as though theirs did. They were too small; they were mismatched, they were culturally unbalanced, so they rendered us selfishly incapable of displaying any sense of humanity. Yet I was told, “Take these toes with pride boy and you will soon learn to forget about the struggles that you and your forefathers have gone through!” sadly enough, yet even by my own kind.

Sort of a, one size, one color fits all, only good for walking in the shoes of the present. But try and walk through history and they will wear thin. Try to create and tread your own path and they will be taken back from you.

These are not my toes

My toes, when attached to these feet, allow me to feel the pain in the struggles of others around me, as though I were walking in their shoes

My toes would allow me to be charitable and humble, with all that I have and with all that I am.
I am my brother’s keeper!

My toes, when attached to my feet, allow me to display decency and respect for the world around me. Treat others how I would like to be treated!

My toes, when attached to these feet, give me the sense of freedom, power, and creativity, of the True Kings, Inventors, and Scholars, that permeated the world with the blueprints of what it truly means to live as a civilization!

With the right toes intact on these two feet, I can stand proud and walk the earth freely as the being that GOD placed me on this earth to be, “A free man capable of choosing his own destiny!”

But these toes, these toes have limitations, boundaries, and parameters set by those who gave them, these toes are culturally unbalanced, they are not for these black feet, nor can I consider them mine if they can be taken back from me at any given time!

These toes were by definition, loaned!

I will no longer pretend!

These are not my toes!

I will continue to stumble until I can plant my two whole feet in this world and leave a positive impression for my people to follow!

I will continue to run until my spiritual, mental, and societal feet have strength enough to carry me without falling!

For when I have found my two toes and my feet have achieved enough strength to carry me through, I will not only have enough strength to carry my own weight, but also the weight of the eight-toed slaves who have fallen behind me, and I will no longer be, stumbling through the forest away from oppression. I then will be, running, to plant my two whole feet where my true vision of freedom lies, no longer as, “A slave with two toes gone,” yet, “A free man with ten toes intact.”

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