jet flow

vocal, honest, serious…funny
with a dash of joy & pain
rolled up into a brown shade of beauty
hidden from the insane…those that choose to judge ‘us’

costumed in “correct” grammar, with a southern twang…
relaxed hair, looking the part, we’ve all unconsciously auditioned for
in a society where our true fruit would be audited for imperfections
too light, too dark, mind too slim, ass too wide….
not lookin’ like the rest &
ya’know err’body pose to be/look/act the same, to past ‘their’ test

Oh… grammar got twisted again….
….Talkin bout me or you?
Talkin bout ‘me’, knowing this life is one ‘we’ all see
Gotta play the game, to be accepted
You can choose to refuse facts, but reality won’t let you forget it

never free….It was never me
& decided to undress the suffocating wrap surrounding me
coming home, shaking my wings
the blues, crying from within…I sing
knowing the juice that flows from within my soul
wasn’t/isn’t considered acceptable
& ‘we’re’ slowly dying inside these molds

my sanity could no longer be contained
I burst clouds with thunder, lightning & rain
within this worlds insanity, cocooned as protection
but only protecting a shell, while my heart was asphyxiating
smothering my soul, living disguised in hell on earth
I let go of an appearance that didn’t embrace, nor reflect me
holding ancient manners that I had never known,
but known forever…. as the drums beat throughout me
unraveling truths revealed by standard setters

I remind’em….“Don’t let the smooth flow fool ya.”
I Am All that my roots have bled
All seeds bore, I Am that worth
no longer will I willing allow suppression of who we birth
for those who refuse to see my thirst
for individuality, uniqueness and the royalty taken
I knew that I knew…. before I actually knew
I sought for a truth that is in my roots…..
…with a fire… venter embedded

today I continue a journey of elevation
for mySelf & soul’s salvation
Could give two damn’s about who chooses to Accept me..…
Or Not…..I Am
hisStory may have suppressed, but never erased Us
I Am
of the many who live, rejected by our own
trying to reflect ourStories, revealed through soul & bones
& every revelation I see, I will implant seeds
into my deepNess, & ‘every’where I can’t & can see
I will flow Self-Worth, Determination & Worthy Pride
because, we have no reason to hide
the truth Is…
We Are more than we were taught, more than we were lead to believe
We Are the worth…. of the battles Our ancestors fought
We Are the roots of existence,

seek prior to what was revealed to us
prior to the diaspora…
OurStory didn’t began with slavery, nor will it end with it
My womb will not let suppressed truths die
as calms come, the fire within my belly ignites inside
to ram lies into their Hell, with their so called sins
tales taken from ourStory, twisted to scramble our mental
keeping us under subjection
got Our people fucked up with this constant rejection

don’t ever allow an outsider, who could give a fuck about you
to convince you that you’re sisters & brothers aren’t enough
I ain’t painting an illusion or imagery, that can’t be accepted
Nah we ain’t perfect, but no one is, despite what we’ve accepted
told it’s just a matter of perception….I don’t believe in rejecting….My own
for the sake of likes & fake ass smiles,
yea we’re on different levels, but the miles to walk are ‘Ours’ together
some have chosen to face & embrace facts
while others still hold to the acts, who aren’t where we’re at
once it was unknown to you, & still much unrevealed
unchaining brains…will only come with patience & time
from years & years of broken backs, hearts, minds…
shed blood & tears

Unwrapped & soul free
Loving Self & the GodIs in Me
One Love Family, Let’s Git It!
Ase’ O!

© LeTisha.W.Bowie 7/31/13

Luminate

Eyeluminate spoken concerns of emotional distresses
the belly toilin’ pains and afflictions, holding your peace under arrest
Left abandoned in the darkness….
Ohhhh Lovessss I feel Your Souls rain down into my spaces
I see your anguished faces
in the night ….the tears of Souls that rain
but, I’ll steady shine, a magnetic energetic star in Our sleepless nights…
shinin not only mine own light, but the hidden glow of Your many hearts
I carry within

crushin’ biased opinions! from a bunch of dressed up lemons
stompin’ stereotypical judgments! Time dey take a damn hint!
dat buzzin’ roun’ our heads fuh years
achy jaws we’ll bear….
We chewin ignorant spewed un-thoughts rules layed out
that’ve been fillin’ our ears
Our Eyes, heads…hearts
Locked Our lives, no keys and the fears
….many a swallowed tears, beer-drunken in negativity
Now We spittin the shit that was ‘In’planted in reverse
We Standin’ One Strong

& Eye stand
Midst One!!
on ‘Root’ed years, of Our Ancient Dears
blood, bloodshed, Hearts & Souls gone
& yet with Us Still!
Feelin’ the achin’ backs of carried sacks,
of thrown stones in my bones
bore none of the burdens of my roots
those of old & yet new
& they’ve ached still withIn me
And Eye see & wear the soul wombs
the birthed
the birth nations, while shouldering the heavies
while walkin ancient fields, bleedin rivers,
buidin railroads, levees & their own plantations
Eye walk with them, with you
We do…
awake in my sleep
Eye See, Eye Stand
to seek, to learn, to reach, to teach …
Each One…
You are Me & Eye am You…
It is We that must stand to sow the seeds
that are Ours to see the harvest reap…
Can’t you see!?

These are the contractions of Ours…
Our pains to bear…
To choose or not…We bear them still
Our labor to reap….to moan…..
To choose or not we ache the lost…the bloodshed still
The contractions are Ours
to reap the benefits of Our sowing….as One
One People
OneNess…. Nations….
A Great People lost from time of the great antediluvian
Our light contained in a mental darkness
ill-taught, we didn’t know Our inner glow
thought our skin color was Our mentality
and it hovered like a black cloud hiding the truth!!
& the flickering still is! the light Eye bear withIn my soul
in my sleep awakening
in my conscious day
revealin the torment not only of me
of ruthLessness,
“sleepLess nights Eye see your stories….
Eye feel your inflictions…
shared with my awakened siblings,
with Our open Souls, achy feet- as we walk the mid-sleepLess night plantations…..
with ripped fingers, ripped backs, torn hands
bleeding Our Soul’s spills onto the pages & into lyrics”
Oh….how quickly we lost Self into pleasing…
Appeasing....into form-fitting…season after season….

Awakened nights inTo the silence,
revealed to me over and over…that I’m not awakened alone
but the vibrations hum into my soul
into letters, words….tones, notes and melodies
each One. Reach one. Teach one.
Embrace and Love “One”.
which is All…One Is.

movin forward on this road…
in the darkness of the midnight…. under Her moon’s light
Eye smile withIn a peacefulness
We must gain Control of Our Spiritual Minds
which cannot be contained
feeling Our InnHer Guides present
and the elevation that is in motion
…..dreaming into the faces of My Wombspring,
& All my Earthly Wombsping
In This Inevitable OneNess

Together
It is time
Seek. Learn. Teach
Release….the carried burdens of past,
remembering from where your strength has come
forever use your will….remember it as lessons to build
The bags…the sacks….carrying no names
Listen to Our Ancients withIn …
GodIs guiding….guarding with the energy flow of forever
InnHer Soul

Seek
Self….1st
Elevation….Uplifting
Self….1st
Knowing Self….1st
UpLifting All of Our broken hearts & minds
Healing Selves
No longer allowing past as barriers as walls!!
Crushin’ it, using the crumbles & brick pieces to step up & buildddd
building new walls blockin non-pertinent judgments of those irrelevant minds….
renewing mental slave blocked minds
Standin Onegether
digestin’ truth….planting seeds withIn the depth
Promoting growth through fertilized words of wisdom and truth
…..been livin barren land for years wonderin’ why there’s no progress..no progression
Gotten too comfortable with “just”
….too comfortable with “just enough”
that our growth has become stunted….took a rest from the fight & fell asleep
thinkin it was gonna still work out for your peeps!
Can You See?! It ain’t what you thought
Nor what you unconsciously think in your sleep
It’s time to Move….

Eye evolve from withIn for me, for you, for Ours
One
Guided by the powerFull
The non-understood, the rooted minds….
Soul Free in this Stipulated World, in which Our bodies exist
Eye’m sayin’ seek My Sisters & Brothers, the knowledge is withIn
Our bodies may suffer, and the world aint what it should be!!
It’s time to wake up…
rebuild…
All that takes place…in the manner of You!
Takes place with Your desires!
Our Inner… “What it Is!”
in the form of Your Power…Your Strength…
comes from withIn Us!

& Here..Now…..Know This!!

Our ‘Souls’ are Free!!

Let’s Git it!!!
.One Love.

© 1/3/13 (Mbali) LeTisha.Woods

Here I Am

Salutations King, ….Your poetic Soul has lifted my wings,
I happen to be a known soul expressionist, 
typically releasing from within the depths of My Being,
no longer fearing the reprimands of those who have no understanding 
of where I’ve been, where I am, or where I stand,
Yes, it tickles my voluptuous fanny pink,
that the King has had it up to my skirt, with my flirt
So, I’m gon’ jus’ unbutton my shirt,
open the doorway to My bare soul,
for a spill & let the dice roll…
I came across Your unique style….Ohhh it’s been a while now..
diving into the pools of Your respect for Wombman, 
the free revelations of Your past, Your current, Your hope…of Your stance,
peeping out Your love of YourStory, OurStory and roots 
that have brought You to King, from the man You once were…
wondering if You will forever reap Karma for what You sowed,
as you lay seeds for ReBirthing.

I’m beckoned Spiritually, without a tug, 
embracing Your XXX’s & OOO’s, 
holding dearly to what I no longer behold,
the missing pieces that just spilled onto the pages,
as I opened this door....
as I live the life set before most…before me….
form-fitting the standards taught to be, 
those which aren’t branched from the roots, of which we come

I’m a delicate, unsealed, painted canvas of love,
digesting the words of a Master Poet’s story all over my acrylic,
only conscious visionaries can see My tears,
So, while you thought you were watching me first,
I was a sideline soul, buried in silent cries, bathing in salty tears,
listening to you speak from “My” heart,
only allowing concealed dreams to spill from my pen tips,
writing in the color of my tears,
spelling out H o w d i d I g e t h e r e ?
& why did I miss you?
until the pages ripped, tearing a new whole in my soul

totally relied on scriptures taught in my youth,
from a Word that wasn’t mine, hearing nor answering my screams,
delivering me such a brute love boomerang of pain, 
over and over again,
I did revealing one dream of hope in a poem,
I still recall your inspiration, that as long as we dream, there is hope…

I really thought you were so dope, a fly ancient Soul,
& knowing the less I said, the least sin on my head,
as the gavel of hell had beat me to dread the smiles You bring,
as you speak of UnIty, 
of lost Black Souls, Blood Diamonds & Gold from the Motherland
Your love letters of playing footsies under the moon, in love bosoms rolling down hills,
giggling ‘til we’d have to catch our breaths, and rather than catch our own, 
we’d catch each others’ in a kiss
I say hell….I’m gon flux with His flow….
How can I pass Your love letters by as if I hadn’t fell long ago?
but couldn’t let you or my girlfriends know,
that I was trapped in a web,
educating mySelf through Your continued Selfless, Self-education,
sharing of hope & faith of Our future
No One knows My heart doesn’t pump blood, but tears,
diggin’ how You do You, 
real enough to lay Your heart splattered like road-kill,
just to pick up the pieces and rebuild a King,
deserving to call me Beautifully Beloved &
I wonder if I could Call you My Enchanting Dear,
On a pillow talk night, right after we turn off Our Lights, ……

© 10/1/12 LeTisha.Woods

Lift Him Up

assimilating every word obtained,

spoken through written sounds,

dispensing imagined stenches of expired bread,

& the bitterness found… all too late,

laying in dread,

childhood losses….confusion & a lovers pain,

were conveyed through His expressions…

he felt nothing in life…. he had gained,

I felt a painful stab,

as his heart bled, the soulful cries of need,

& an all too intimate story,

of the demand… for answers of a bit clearer vision

sounds inaudible, but ever so loud,

invisible to me, but clearer than the air I breathe,

He…

& the suffering of new losses,

the heaviest stones continue to pile before you,

as quick as you’ve shed them,

from air miles away,

I feel the pulsating within your thoughts,

as my belly-nerves do summer-salts,

all the unions, clubs, groups in the world,

and, this is reality “ the child left behind”

a mind’s tick-tocking clock resonates,

in a silent room,

wondering how to make it another day,

churn-seeking a resolution,

to His heart’s destinations,

for He still has hope,

Fighting against demons, temptations,

childhood & inner battles,

at times, he considers himself doomed…

My heart aches, in a need to deliver hope,

because there is a need & there’s room,

to deliver possibility- a resolution to an all too familiar song…

to deliver comfort, where between these too souls there’s so much space,

to grab him & say “You better hold on!”

Knowing my brother wants to devour this pain,

To rise up & follow His dreams,

To take hope by the reigns, and ride Her til the end of time,

In sunshine or rain

here, I can only embrace you with encouragement & love,

How can we heal this heart, which has been fractured multiple times?

in multiple places, & there’s no one to carry the fine,

a needed soul, that needs mending,

with capabilities felt, from places unseen,

I can uplift you my brother,

encourage you to hold on,

to all that you have,

to all that you own,

knowing all that’s worth value, is within your very Self,

which can give you strength to do things,

in indescribable depths,

Let go of all that “you thought” was holding you up,

because it was a familiar safe haven, & all that you knew,

because you were told what you wanted, but knew it wasn’t good for you,

they knowing your circumstances, stood on you,

watching the pulley bring you down,

sat back, never lifting a hand,

it’s time to brace yourSelf, time to take your own stand

I can assure you of the hidden HisStory,

which is,

You are more than you’ve been taught,

the time is now, to become of seeker of truth,

a conscious knowledge seeker,

determined to continue to overcome,

the HisStory that you know, is not Your own,

the King that lives within, will teach you,

giving you the power that you truly own

I lift You up!

© 8/2012 LeTisha.Woods.Bowie

& the Walls Come Tumblin' Down

….my folk! you quite theater doe’

presentin’ yurs a mesmerizin’ sho’,

they all reminiscing ‘bout stable careers, childhood dreams,

of romance scenes,

‘fo adulthood kicked dey asses into real  Awaken-ings,

& true horror stories b’came realities;

some choose ta watch yo movies, scene afta’ scene,

as if, dem sho’s in demselves, would fulfill dey dreams

while otha’s fully conscious of da bullshit you spit,

ta keep one captured, wit yo chain, ball, & trin--kets

smooth as a gentle, summa’s breeze, as yo mouth flo swept our minds, 

simultaneously it cut raza-blades into our souls,

our struggles, weren’t the fairytales you tol’

yo appealin’ ol’ happily eva-after’s,

& dey lived happily eva- after’s,

it ain’t da truth of da lives we wish fo’-

t’ain’t tales of da shed tears, of the workin’ po’!

t’ain’t da truth of our disembodied ancient ancestors soul’s cryin’

fuh ign’ance ta set our minds free!!

let’s tell’t like’t is “my” folk…for da love of you!!

da facts of dis life

dat we livin’

…ain’t cutting no deals

…it’s time ta get real,

while you swag’n suave’, wit yo hella-dip,

Kangol hat tipped to da side,

cigar smellin’ sweet….you like a rat,

spewin’ a cavity-filled, mouth full of lies;

to yo own fam …

freedom- searchin’ souls….

not truly givin’ a damn ‘bout our goals,

only how many of “our”dolla bills you can fold…

Carin’ less of whose mind’s or spirit’s you’ve sold

ta ya new massa, fuh today’s get rich quick scheme…

sellin’ yo’ stage play, over-nite quick-fixes to yo’ own folk,

even tho, ya don’t believe in ya own joke no mo….

spuing false hope, hidin’ the soul you lost to anotha form of coke

flashin’ yo’ wand….feedin’ hisStory’s miracles out yo’ magic can,

at da cost of anyone’s energy, dat will ride on yo desert land

compensated smiles,

you beginnin’ to know yo err’, yet know no way out…

continuin’ ta nourish yo people wit da ign’ance until we all in drought,

instead of spillin’ yo Awaken-ing…

da deceptions….da lies

learnin’ yo’self…

teachin’ da way ta self-education

                                     self-preservation

                                   self-motivation……self-love.

Free Truth!!!

but at da cost of a few bucks & our soul’s health,

Resurrection …..ReBirthin’ of a nation,

you bring us death.

rather kill yo family, than ta uplift & save even yo own lousy soul,

fa pieces of temporariness, that ain’t even yo own.

The ever……Our inheritance….Ours

tryna seekin’ the truth…

turning the pages of destroyed, with a fine toothed-comb,

while you lovin’ some impermanent specks of gold, nice car, hella-home…..

at the cost of climbing yo’ masters ladder,

a lil’ pocket clitter-clatter,

my love, just a message of wisdom

…..soon as ya step out of line….

rock bottom gon’ sound mo’ like a thuDDah

We’re watching in despair, but…..

We’ll be lookin eye to eye again Pretender…

My Brotha’s..…My Sistah’s Keeper..….My People’s Slow Killer…..

And We’ll say….

 “So glad You’re Awake, You can take your mask off now, You’re back home…

    let’s get to work, there’s progress being made here… We’ve been building.”

©LeTisha.Bowie 8/5/12

Mental Slavery II.... The Black People's Path of Survival

©LeTisha.Bowie 3/25/25

Black History for Eternity Presents more of us.......

I look at the world

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

I look at the world

From awakening eyes in a black face—

And this is what I see:

This fenced-off narrow space   

Assigned to me.

I look then at the silly walls

Through dark eyes in a dark face—

And this is what I know:

That all these walls oppression builds

Will have to go!

I look at my own body   

With eyes no longer blind—

And I see that my own hands can make

The world that's in my mind.

Then let us hurry, comrades,

The road to find.