Freedom In My Movement (Love Found In My Stillness)

Blinders on while wallowing in sullen garments passed down by whores  
Pretty words, fletched from the wishing wells, dipped in the forefathers’ tongues feeling the karma of its fourscore  
Bathing in the spillage of blood, bitter fruit echoes from the tress, yet, to the mirror’s reflection promoting self-love, not found in the depth of my purifying seas  
Whips and shame lament captivity housed in chains, tattered of flesh tarred and feathered, cries of freedom no more  
 
I have seen, heard the intellect crying during systematic pain  
Color blinded by whitewashed morality, nevertheless, ugly voices raised in union standing and holding hands in the synagogue of His holy name  
Who dare to cast the first stone in life, muted voices who renders daily strife  
Man to man, woman to woman, accepting kisses to become naturalization wives  
We learn to accept  
Not what sounds good or look best  
 
The doctrine of love is Hell, hoping to be found in Heaven with treasures given of infinity  
Turning cheeks for the meek, to the other side, only to hear whispers to keep the faith and believe  
Eyes closed in the realm of sleep  
The subconscious of my soul I pray the enlightenment of Heaven shall always teach  
Look down at the palm of your empty hands  
Judgments given to the air to condemn, woman, child, or man  
When was the last time you prayed for this world just to survive in it, your presence you question daily just to understand  
Have you given of self in sickness to hear dying heartbeats when on its last chance  
Tight shoes where your feet could never journey upon the migration of my Holy land  
It's found in the core of heart, peace to give, and a timeless love you will never come to know, if given, you still will never cherish, or understand  
 
The base of man’s spine, the Holy Quran stirring, circulating in his bone marrow  
To glimpse in the past, the strength of his intellect seeking the truth while keeping his eyes on the Sparrow  
The road to redemption of self, is always narrow  
Man of prestige, in his earthly swag, the footsteps always know his destination    
The superiority of his robe outlasts generational time, in his staff, overstretching the wonders of fertile land, to repel the wind comenth upon it, bringing strife and bitter salvation  
    
The twelve houses of Abraham, I hear your whispers in recourse  
Louder in battle then the thundering hooves of your chariots and horses  
I placed the Atef Crown upon his head, the enlightenment motif around his neck to endure, worn with pride  
When swords clashed, in the claim of his victory you stood against the sky as death and life did collide  
The bearer of the Cross, in the inviolability of garnishing a mental christening    
To arid minds, praising in its benediction    
 
Men salvation by ancient rites of passage worn by Pharaoh wherever he may go  
Egyptian mummification ceremonies, laid upon, as the last rites were written as foretold  
Breath of life through its electromagnetic properties waved under the nose  
The body of preservation  
A religious practice without any reservations  
Swaying to the rhythm of lost souls as man mercies to weep for life when his feet can no longer, walk, slide or dance  
Love of life the universe is to be consoles as it is given like the Psalms of a soulful romance  
I am as I see, the core of this Yoruba Goddess benevolence degree blessed by the Ankh upon my neck from the beginning to be  
No magic ceremonial rites to define the greater gifts found in the wonders of me spiritual West Africa creed  
 
I am earth, wind, water, and air  
Blessed upon from toes to my head and every single strand of hair  
I stand in my nakedness, my beauty, and I bow to the world in solemn truth  
Cloak you within my bosom, let justice, and love follow my footsteps in cosmic pursuit  
 
 
Shalom