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Shh.. Just Listen To The Sandstorm Of My Lineage’s Peace
I define my soft caress unto the gentle wind
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses, frankincense, myrrh and sweet-smelling Jasmine
Goddesses bowing unto their God’s Psalms, the spillage of blood as history begins
Hieroglyphics, my beautiful language sings of yesterday’s glory
Lineage, the legacy, mummified buried of greatness, hidden from books telling of its rich stories
The melanin content giving credence to my lineage flavored skin
Life barriers of mythical properties once you take it all in
Tells of my centuries, history of young and old
What shall be first, shall be last, shall be first again according to my ancestral sacred scrolls
Bow unto my Deity the greater investor of my soul
African dances, spiritual ceremonies, the rite of passage as time once beautifully foretold
The salutations reaping from my mouth I humbly console
As my mind relieve you from earthly dismiss as wickedness blindly patrols
Hushed whispers, sailed in the blanket of night
Sweat from dusk to dawn, with no relief in sight
Lessons
Believing in daily blessings
Praying we all put down such deadly weapons
Social media has now become our true friend
Stroking computer keys to emotions we lend
Mental images displayed on screens, never to cease or end
For a taste of salvation, equality, freedom shall be phrased in its beautiful echoing songs
I hear the voices, the cries from the Motherland, see your tired feet, Oh Yeshua, I hear the bemoans
Footsteps dancing with the coatings of hope heard in the soft resonate of the wind, intellectual reparations we now commend
Unity sang unto the Eastern star all night long, faith, courage as it silently blends
Goddesses of the spiritual prophecy, their oracle who governs me
Gives me the ordainment to lavish my creed
Hebrew incantations rule the beats of my timeless heart
I curtsy unto your grace, bless my temple, honor unto my Chi, my sacred parts
Shh... inhaling the land’s inheritance from where I once roamed
Opening my eyes, the Motherland, my soul shall return with open arms of its enriching home
I bow my head in the chasm of humanity as my mind, body, and the crux of my spirit in benediction atone
I’m a writer, published author, by trade
Truthful words of wisdom sometimes hidden behind a masquerade
My divine lineage is Haitian, Mulato, French, Creole of old
Midwifes in villages, city nurses generational foretold
Will I leave my mark, my handprints, my footsteps
My written concepts
Media sites with memories of my creed
A dose of reality always to elevate your spiritual needs
My legacy is the signature of my face
As I bow my head in a state of grace
Being vain, never the case
At times, feelings get caught up between a stone, gems, and many places
Aquarian traits, please don’t blame me
Footloose and fancy free
None as blind as those who will not see
Embracing roots of the soul
Intellectual Creole
Which makes me who I am
Healer, as Allah tempers my land
Legacy and lineage for me, that’s who
May Allah ordain my sacred footsteps, and use love as its greatest soothe
Shalom
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses, frankincense, myrrh and sweet-smelling Jasmine
Goddesses bowing unto their God’s Psalms, the spillage of blood as history begins
Hieroglyphics, my beautiful language sings of yesterday’s glory
Lineage, the legacy, mummified buried of greatness, hidden from books telling of its rich stories
The melanin content giving credence to my lineage flavored skin
Life barriers of mythical properties once you take it all in
Tells of my centuries, history of young and old
What shall be first, shall be last, shall be first again according to my ancestral sacred scrolls
Bow unto my Deity the greater investor of my soul
African dances, spiritual ceremonies, the rite of passage as time once beautifully foretold
The salutations reaping from my mouth I humbly console
As my mind relieve you from earthly dismiss as wickedness blindly patrols
Hushed whispers, sailed in the blanket of night
Sweat from dusk to dawn, with no relief in sight
Lessons
Believing in daily blessings
Praying we all put down such deadly weapons
Social media has now become our true friend
Stroking computer keys to emotions we lend
Mental images displayed on screens, never to cease or end
For a taste of salvation, equality, freedom shall be phrased in its beautiful echoing songs
I hear the voices, the cries from the Motherland, see your tired feet, Oh Yeshua, I hear the bemoans
Footsteps dancing with the coatings of hope heard in the soft resonate of the wind, intellectual reparations we now commend
Unity sang unto the Eastern star all night long, faith, courage as it silently blends
Goddesses of the spiritual prophecy, their oracle who governs me
Gives me the ordainment to lavish my creed
Hebrew incantations rule the beats of my timeless heart
I curtsy unto your grace, bless my temple, honor unto my Chi, my sacred parts
Shh... inhaling the land’s inheritance from where I once roamed
Opening my eyes, the Motherland, my soul shall return with open arms of its enriching home
I bow my head in the chasm of humanity as my mind, body, and the crux of my spirit in benediction atone
I’m a writer, published author, by trade
Truthful words of wisdom sometimes hidden behind a masquerade
My divine lineage is Haitian, Mulato, French, Creole of old
Midwifes in villages, city nurses generational foretold
Will I leave my mark, my handprints, my footsteps
My written concepts
Media sites with memories of my creed
A dose of reality always to elevate your spiritual needs
My legacy is the signature of my face
As I bow my head in a state of grace
Being vain, never the case
At times, feelings get caught up between a stone, gems, and many places
Aquarian traits, please don’t blame me
Footloose and fancy free
None as blind as those who will not see
Embracing roots of the soul
Intellectual Creole
Which makes me who I am
Healer, as Allah tempers my land
Legacy and lineage for me, that’s who
May Allah ordain my sacred footsteps, and use love as its greatest soothe
Shalom
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