TEARS OF LIGHT

WE WERE TAKEN FROM THE VILLAGE
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
AND BROUGHT TO AN ISLAND
SHACKLED TOGETHER, WE ARE
PRETENDING IT'S A GAME OF
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING.
THEN WE ARE SAILING ON THE
BIG WATER, IT IS DARK
WITH SLIVERS OF LIGHT
GIVING US A FALSE SENSE OF HOPE.
THE SOUNDS ARE DEAFENING
AND THE SICKENING STENCH
OF RACISM IS WITH ME FOREVER.

NOW WE ARE ON DECK BEING
SPLASHED WITH SALT WATER
WRITHING IN PAIN AND AGONY
DANCING AS THE SUN BECOMES
OUR SPOTLIGHT FROM THE SPIRITS.
THE LAPPING OF THE BIG WATER,
THE CRASH OF THE WAVES AND
THE WHISTLING OF THE WIND
OUR ORCHESTRA,
PLAYING A SYMPHONY OF
DEATH IN THE MIDDLE PASSAGE.

WELCOME TO THE "NEW WORLD".
THE DOMINATOR CULTURE
AS WE DISEMBARKED INTO THE NIGHT,
LANTERNS LIGHTING THE WAY.
THERE'S A CRACK OF A WHIP
AND OUR BLOOD RUNS COLD.
AN ASHANTI CHILD SCREAMS
PIERCING THE COLD NIGHT AIR
CREATING A DOMINO EFFECT OF FEAR
THROUGH FIVE HUNDRED AND
THIRTY-FOUR YEARS.

THEY SENT US TO A LARGE PLANTATION
IN THE HEART OF THE CARIBBEAN YOU KNOW
SO THEY COULD FURTHER TAME THE
AFRIKAN ROYALS WITH THEIR CODE NOIR
(BLACK LAWS),
WHERE WE MET WILLIE LYNCH,
THE MIND MASTER AND MURDERER.

NOW WE SIT BY THE AQUAMARINE WATER
THE VISTA IS INDESCRIBABLY BEAUTIFUL,
UNCHANGEABLE AS THE WINDS SENDS
A MESSAGE FROM OUR GREAT, GREAT
GRANDMOTHERS, SAYING ASHANTI CHILE
I AM ALRIGHT, I AM NOBODY'S SLAVE
BECAUSE EVEN AT THE BOTTOM OF
THE SEA, I AM FREE AND YOU TO
CAN BE FREE.

NOW WE ARE SAILING THE BLUE NILE
TRYING TO FIND THE MANUSCRIPTS
OF OUR LOST CULTURE, WHETHER
IT BE MUSLIM, ISRAELITE, FIVE PERCENTER,
RASTAFARI, STILL WE ARE MENTALLY SHACKLED,
INSTITUTIONALIZED, BRUTALIZED AND
PENALIZED BY THE SHITSEM OF WHIP CRACKERS.
BUT I STAND HERE NOW, IN THIS TIME
REPRESENTING FREEDOM IN ITS TOTALITY,
TELLING OUR STORY AND NOT HIS-STORY,
BECAUSE I AM, YOU SEE, THE ASHANTI CHILD.

IYA'SHANTI. BLESS, LOVE.

FREE AFRIKA AND AFRIKAN!!!!!!!!!