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Daydreams
Daydreams
For I Dream..
of kicking against
these Prícks
Like the martial art of
Kung Fu
in
Bei-jing
or something like
Martin Luther
the King
A Black King
An African..
American?
Yes
You
Best believe
I am Profess'n
All three
of these
But honestly
I could never
have been a
Slave
For my mental
State
Is sorta like
that of
Kunta Kinte
But ain't no half-
steppin'
with me
For I still have
Two feet
To place
In front of
Me
And that
would be
In-du-bi-ta-bly
As I Awake
Arise
and Proceed
with no dis-
ease
or Fear in
Me
Now
Faith-ful-ly
just to
Lead my
People

Freé
When I think of black lives matter, I have my own way of seeing it
EddyDYung Nov 2018
Open arms of our ancestors were chained by salvation
Imprisoned for their hospitality to wolves in white robes
Exemplars of ideal piety in a sea of persistent savagery
Anathematizing our ethnicity to centuries of slavery.

A rich heritage was converted by ecclesiastics
In exchange for a theology void of its vast history.
Kingdom's senior to Rome birthed civilizations, agriculture and commerce.
Yet its philosophy was condemned and baptized by brainwashers.

Our fruitful Motherland and legends found wanting by their holy book,
Genesis 9:25-27:
"Cursed be Canaan! The lowest of slaves will he be to his brothers. He also said, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Shem! May Canaan be the slave of Shem."

A poisoned doctrine arrested mentality of lineages
To deprive and surrender self, seeking an afterlife eternity,
To wholeheartedly fund false prophets n preachers of hypocrisy
And remain blinded to our heritage and congenital blessings.

"Africa must wake up, Sleeping sons of Jacob"
In slumber we backboned empires enteprises and entertainment
Still failing to grant our compensation and true valuation
Cause we are now followers to their Chains of Salvation.
A poem to enlighten myself as well as readers about the Misfortunes and sufferings of Africa and Africans who depend on religion to set them free, the same religions that holds us captive.
Brent Jan 2018
Foul smell
Broken brick
Ghosts of captured souls
Labor lived
Humble home
Against ancient water wild and cold

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