It was beating out of your ancestors by whips and guns and chains… It was upgraded and updated by segregation, and the illusion of freedom for all nations and all God’s children…
You don’t know who you really are… Names were changed, names were lost, and tribes were decimated, devastated and separated from everything they knew… Records were altered, books were burned, and it was forbidden to teach you anything but being obedient to your enslavers… Who are you? Who are you trying to be? And who do you see in the mirrors of your OWN EYES? Did you know and do you believe that your people started civilization on its path? Bones prove it; their anthropologists have proved it, and monuments, pyramids, still stand because of your ancestor hands… Who are you? You are Atom the star child, you are Adam the earth child, your lineage no matter your status or situation is laced in greatness… Who are you? You are the descendant of those who survived the whips, the ships, and the dungeons… Who are you? You are Malcolm still with the flaming tongue, You are King still climbing the mountain of your mind, and you really are Somebody like Jessie and others kept trying to tell you… Who are you? You are the one that scares society and men who hide behind close doors and sheets to conceal their identity but not their mentality… Black man, Black king the truth lies within you, only you should define you, only you have the ability to summon the greatness inside of you… Look what you have survived already underneath your serenity mask…. Who are you? Builder, Teacher, Leader, Father, Inventor, Scientist, and Anything else you decide you want to be… Return to the throne of your mind Black man, and to my Latino brother’s ETU TAMBIEN … Return to the throne of your mind… Who are you? America’s Nightmare and America’s Hope… |
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December 2016
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