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Title: I CRY FOR MY PEOPLE Post by: esmi on June 17, 2014, 12:10:04 PM I CRY FOR MY PEOPLE
I LOOK AROUND ME AND I CRY AND I CRY AND I CRY FOR MY PEOPLE I AM A YOUNG BLACK WOMAN I AM AN AFRICAN WOMAN AT ONE WITH THE COLOR OF MY SKIN AT ONE WITH THE KINKINESS OF MY HAIR WE HAVE LOST OUR WAY WE HAVE LOST OUR IDENTITY WE HAVE LOST CONNECTION WITH OUR SPIRITUALITY MANY SAY I MUST BE ASHAMED OF WHO I AM THAT I MUST BE AFRAID OF THE SOUND OF THE DRUM THE SOUND OF MY PEOPLE THE RHYTHM IN MY SOUL WHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME THAT I AM NOT WHO I AM WHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME THAT THE CONNECTION I HAVE WITH MORE THAN ONE WORLD ONE DIMENSION ONE EXISTENCE IS UNTRUE, IS FORBIDDEN WHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME THAT I AM DARKNESS MY ANCESTORS CRY OUT YOUR ANCESTORS ARE CRYING OUT CAN YOU HEAR THEM OR ARE YOU TO FAR FROM WHO YOU ARE TO HEAR THEIR VOICES ON THE WIND TO FEEL THEIR CARESS ON THE BREEZE ON YOUR FACE OR FEEL THEIR VIBRATION IN YOUR SOUL I LOOK AROUND ME AND I CRY AND I CRY AND I CRY FOR MY PEOPLE WRITTEN BY ESMIE DANIEL/ April 21, 2009 |