Awaken WithIn Your Consciousness

Who Is that… is the motivated?

Who Is that…. is the liberated?

What is liberation? Huh?

….as we say it?

What & Who is love….

& who do you love?

What is it…Black Love?

…..as we say

to make a call……who makes the call?

to share a word of education…or liberation-

to the youth….to the lost….

Who is this liberator?

……the ass moving motivators….Who…. Is?

Motivation.

Liberation.

Education.

Elevation…..

Preach. Teach. Reach……

Who are we reaching withIn the comfort of Our realms?

Define these “We” yell from the roof tops,

into the thin air….

We know what they mean!

We….the consciously, educated & liberated knowledge buffs…..

We talk it!

Or is it……??  talking that liberates “Us” individually

Perhaps in Our little groups that all agree…eh

But “We” are One

Hell yeah there’s much to do!!

Much work to do!! to wash away years and years of Mental Slavery!!

but do we start ?

or do we stay apart?

and continue to complain & talk about the injustices,

that no one else is going to change?

Do we continue motivating ourSelves?

without sharing the wealth of knowledge,

that permeates to the Soul?

Our people have lost hope,

those who retain it are wandering….

With no actions,

we are meeting the needs of “no one”

Perhaps, we think self-educating is enough

It is not.

Not to rebuild what has been knocked down,

stolen, shackled,  physically freed

& mentally slaved!!

Is this the shit you continue to spit!?

We the Black People~ We the Black People

& wonder why they turn away…..

“It is” the reason

it passes no further, than the sight of deaf ears

missing the drum, much less reaching the Souls…

Action is the process of acting or being active!!

to move something in whatever you do,

in your cause, your destiny or your purpose!

For Us!!!

Is it to come together as One!!

Unite Our People!

Is it for the love of Our people, that we must get motivated!

Is motivation not to be motivated…to liberate….to be liberated….

Is it not to take Action?

To do something! ?

It is to make a move

To free

To show what “We” speak divisively, as the “One” we speak of….

“We A Black People”

“Our People”

To uplift, elevate…to Unite

The question is….to All of Our loves…

Pro Black, Pan-Afrikan, Liberated,

Conscious-Minded, Educated, Po’, Rich Black Folk…….

We Are One

How many ways can We count thee divided?

We have been slacked too long in taking Action

The time is now My Sisters & Brothers

to educate with the truth….

Get the hell up, step up & speak up

Move

Take action in Our communities

for the better of Our children, Our Elders, Our futures

Our Ancestors have spoken loudly

Ain’t nobody looking for action from Us,

because we ain’t done nothing as One

Piece of us fighting here, and pieces talking there….

The vast is use to Our talking and so are Our Own people

What’s Up?

It’s time to Unite Physically….Soul Unite

Leaders you have been Called

Step Up!!!

© 11/4/12 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