Home to Once Africa’s queens and kings’

Sparrows thrown as children roam through forests

and hunting with their elders, the respected heroes;


American’t, Ameriwon’t

Keep you in their prayers as you lose the struggle

against growth and freedom

Of speech and mind, Mind-less actions, no positive reactions

in our people, as we deteriorate like soul-less bodies

lying on their soil.


Land of missed ancestries and hypocrisies, never to tell you that

We are the world, we are the future

We are the history, with your present being a present

Make your presence known.

And while American’ts sit and  watch us bounce that basketball

Run across that field, Rap about swag

Money being the motivation;

You hold back your transformation of abundance

Your skill is hidden behind layers and layers

of skin and muscle, seeped deep into your tissue matter and harboring

in your bones.

And that woman by your side, should be colored like the queens that are home

within the soft brown sands and exotic animal enclosures

irreplaceable conquerors

Yet replaced by fundamental societal barbies with plastic aspirations

to fulfill your mental ambivalence.


Black, American. Keep your head high,

the head of a hunter

As our bloodline of kings runs freely in a Country walks of land away.


A short spoken word poem.


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