Scream and chant Black Man.
“The Black Man is God.”
Recite the speeches of the elders.
Expound on the books that were written.
Let the Garvey’s, the DuBois’,
And the Muhammad’s live through you.
Though whatever you do,
Make sure we feel you.
May our children’s children build
With your name in their minds.
Like an athlete’s favorite artist
Playing in their earphones;
Bringing out the best in them.
So they can produce results.
Tangibles.
May your preaching of Jesus teaching Peter
To be a fisher of men.
Produce fish markets
And the tilling of lands.
May the spiritual unity of the people
Be tight enough to feel each other’s pain
And weather the fall
Of one world going out
And a new kingdom beginning.
May our lawyers look into policies of white supremacy
And bring forth it’s ending.
May we be civilized;
Demanding global respect.
Not just due to our morals
But economic power.
Fair shakes with square chins.
No more bowing as a consumer.
With those that don’t love us
And won’t give back;
But respect for the liquid gold that fueled
That old world.
Standing on our own two.
Teaching the youth of our past.
Starting ‘waaay’ before slavery
In schools of our own.
Knowing that the black body is the prototype
And slightly different.
And not to be guinea pigged
Or test monkey’d.
But cared for by the best,
From the best,
Of the chosen of God.
The cries to the Universe finally had filled
And poured back to Earth in manifestation.
So now we can feel
The realities of much
In which we mourned for.
Then, shall our burdens be light.
