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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
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

Hal Borland

In memory of Poetess Niiki Giovani who was laid to rest today
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