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Straight Talk Live (The Evolution Of The Black Man)
Walk with me through this journey of life
I have no insurance to be held accountable for my wisdom, or knowledge, my professed sensibilities, is my daily strife
The token of my skin tone, hieroglyphics from my birthright bared and atoned
Mummified generational of anguishes has spoken
The blood of my sacred ancestral tribes has been awoken
My Ankh, my Sword, my Staff
The North star, freedom from the embedded scar’s of my lineage better half
I hear your voices of rejoice in the wind, I bow unto greatness, as time mends
Eyes will never hear, or come to see the mirror of the past as he is I who stands
No color, no creed, can disavowal the Lion within a man
Balancing life, liberty upon the death of my Strawman’s wealth
In God’s image I stand proud, oh thy glory to believe
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reincarnation by whips, as Jesus died on Calvary
To my foreskin circumcised to the rite of my passage to be
I am the fifth wonder of the world, deliverance, through life experiences
The fifth dimension, my vessel tattered from plantation sweat to nightly lynchings
My third eye speaks
Given a Christian book to turn the other cheek
Animism my blood is dipped in the quell of its spirituality, denied after the foreign settlers’ impartiality
Asunder and forced of the pale’s man twisted hospitality
To lessen the hearts of the forefathers’ free labor morality
Land stolen, heritage tainted, name changed, yet we bow to an ideology to a child in a manger
Claiming unto the honor of false Deities, insufficient love to ever sign a skin to skin peace treaty
Patents of greatness buried, another name under to reap once sold, no future allowances to behold
From the pulpit, the boardroom, the bedroom
Cannot unlock the shackles of the past’s gloom and doom
If you have not walked in my shoes, you have no room
To speak as if my history needs to be swept under the rug with your broom
I am a man who society has already sealed my tomb
I can’t breathe
And that’s poetic Straight Talk Live, may our souls blend on the mountaintops of hope, courage, love, and compassion
I have no insurance to be held accountable for my wisdom, or knowledge, my professed sensibilities, is my daily strife
The token of my skin tone, hieroglyphics from my birthright bared and atoned
Mummified generational of anguishes has spoken
The blood of my sacred ancestral tribes has been awoken
My Ankh, my Sword, my Staff
The North star, freedom from the embedded scar’s of my lineage better half
I hear your voices of rejoice in the wind, I bow unto greatness, as time mends
Eyes will never hear, or come to see the mirror of the past as he is I who stands
No color, no creed, can disavowal the Lion within a man
Balancing life, liberty upon the death of my Strawman’s wealth
In God’s image I stand proud, oh thy glory to believe
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reincarnation by whips, as Jesus died on Calvary
To my foreskin circumcised to the rite of my passage to be
I am the fifth wonder of the world, deliverance, through life experiences
The fifth dimension, my vessel tattered from plantation sweat to nightly lynchings
My third eye speaks
Given a Christian book to turn the other cheek
Animism my blood is dipped in the quell of its spirituality, denied after the foreign settlers’ impartiality
Asunder and forced of the pale’s man twisted hospitality
To lessen the hearts of the forefathers’ free labor morality
Land stolen, heritage tainted, name changed, yet we bow to an ideology to a child in a manger
Claiming unto the honor of false Deities, insufficient love to ever sign a skin to skin peace treaty
Patents of greatness buried, another name under to reap once sold, no future allowances to behold
From the pulpit, the boardroom, the bedroom
Cannot unlock the shackles of the past’s gloom and doom
If you have not walked in my shoes, you have no room
To speak as if my history needs to be swept under the rug with your broom
I am a man who society has already sealed my tomb
I can’t breathe
And that’s poetic Straight Talk Live, may our souls blend on the mountaintops of hope, courage, love, and compassion
Published 28th Jun 2020
| Edited 29th Jun 2020
Author's Note
Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.
Lao Tzu
Lao Tzu
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28th Jun 2020 11:22pm
28th Jun 2020 11:27pm
And hello to you my friend on this beautiful Sunday, which I am wishing you a prosperous early evening, and thank you sincerely for taking the time to read and then commenting, may you have a blessed upcoming week as well🌹
28th Jun 2020 11:29pm
29th Jun 2020 00:34am
29th Jun 2020 3:52am
26th Jul 2020 9:40pm
Thank you my handsome poet for taking the time to read and then adding such an uplifting commenting. Please enjoy your Sunday and have a blessed upcoming week as well
29th Jun 2020 6:23am
Favourite lines (for the three line rhyme as well as the Biblical ring):
In God’s image I stand proud, oh thy glory to be
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reincarnation by whips, as Jesus died on Calvary
To my foreskin circumcised to the rite of my passage to be
In God’s image I stand proud, oh thy glory to be
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reincarnation by whips, as Jesus died on Calvary
To my foreskin circumcised to the rite of my passage to be
29th Jun 2020 5:36pm
Lao Tzu and You
Both profound and enlightening
Thankfully, you are here for us still
To continue delivering words that truly uplift
Thank You
Immensely
Both profound and enlightening
Thankfully, you are here for us still
To continue delivering words that truly uplift
Thank You
Immensely
