She has come to me in a form unimaginable
small, quiet, premature, 
she is old spirit song and ancestral mud 
the color of butterscotch...
just as sweet when I kiss her face. 

Smiles that bring me to tears... 
I am weary from courtroom battles 
in front of judge dredd. 
Her mother sought negative dreams of a lover's past. 
My daughter this EarthSeed in her unknowing 
yet wise curiosity drives me to poetry and revolution.

I just want to sleep and fight to good fight, 
the liberation monster has consumed me 
I am happy in it's belly, 
I realize my goal as an African 
is complete destruction of the metal gods, 
to return my daughter to the organic love, 
pure, natural and full of peace.