If I had a way back machine I would write a thousand words for every one they tried to pin your spirit down with.

I would throw a thousand fists avenging every one, spray a hundred thousand bullets

I would call you King, take you back to the beginning, to the songs of our forefathers echoing, “You are royalty”
you are the earth, Black Man
you are the source,
you are the truth they want to musk with hatred

they hate it when you straighten your back and rise
how futile their wars against you are
how unbreakable your soul is

when “one world” comes calling, you are the answer, Black Man
you are light, heart and all power
you do not just deserve life, you ARE life!


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