uplifting our souls,
worthy more than our lands’ stolen gold
I hold dear each valuable Sun-touched life,
mending, broken, stolen, divided, down trodden….
I’ll always fight
I hold you withIn, my loves…
story by tale, heart by heart, tear by tear,
each One, your hearts, I bear
with a fist full of A Love Story untold…
of A people… Ohhh too deep to hold… down
we will ever-elevate to Our true states
my sun souls…we must no longer wait
we will no longer quietly endure unjust hate
we rise to The Originals
the truth of OurSelves, seeing reality for Her wealth
Of you- Black Wombman, Black Man…Our Sun Children
We must stand
do seek always… to truly understand… OurStory
I share our antediluvian pains…
the years of unconscious & deliberate hatred that still rains
…continue to control your stance
into Our minds the true ‘sins’ did land
sprouting untruths… that we are less because of the blessings our skin,
in the minds are where these remnants remain,
continuing to try & break down relentless souls that cannot be chained,
trying to crack us once & for all,
trying to make invisible strength inherited, but we will not fall
I share our sadness
…..& Still! ….
our laughter births an incomprehensible joy,
holding an unquenchable knowing,
a fire that’s always burned…
bestowing mesmerizing shades of darkness’s….
Yes! ...we were portrayed in a bootleg show of negative nothings!
& it’s undeniable the power we clench, through it all…
reflecting Our lights that do & will ever glow an eternal endurance,
illuminating beyond it all!!
overcoming separations, after obstacles, through losses, after unjust denials
of lives, of loves…of Our rightful freedom to ‘Be’
We are Worthy!
We are The Beauty of Life,
The Rainbow of The Sun’s Umbrella,
ever-seek my loves…our ancient inner strength,
which guides us through it All again & again…
….intentionally & Mami Earth given parched lands
We can stand On…
because we are The Children of the Sun
© 3/7/13 LeTisha.Woods
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