by Solo

When I look back,
Remembering the salted coast with 
Its sweet ivory,
I internalize this concept,

When I spiritualize in the solitude of
My meditation,
I hear the voices of those who
Came before me,
Those righteous Negroid cherubs whose 
Footsteps walked through slavery and 
They whose bodies were beaten and ravaged
By lynching, Jim Crow and 3/5th’s exploitation.

When I lay my head at rest
I listen to the sweet African sounds
Of someone’s great, great, great grand 
Speaking to me in this modern day
Bestowing in a dreamlike manner,
The values of life in all its highness
Remembering in all clarity the way of Sankofa
Which takes you back ancestrally so that you may
Go forth eternally

So I ask you this question,
Are we not all One Blood?
One Nation within many tribes,
Are we not all rooted by the same
Essence that created us and sustains us,
Are we not all,

F-A-M-I-L-Y by Solo

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