Roots
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Mush-Chavvie
We Gypsies forged the nails of the cross
We roam to shake the guilt
Wandering fruitlessly searching for lands that we lost
Afore mother Mary cursed what we Pikeys rebuilt
I am a lotus, once grown in the dirty, filthy mud
A flower that resonates with the sun and the northern mountains filled with flood
I am a buffalo who is big, stubborn, dark-skinned, and slow
She paints the colors of my heart,
And we will never be apart.
What makes her beautiful?
What makes her shine so bright?
Its the sound she makes,
Its the way she plays
Mama Africa.
She paints the colors of my hearts,
And we will never be apart.
What makes her beautiful?
What makes her shine so bright?
Its the sound she makes,
Its the way she plays
Mama Africa.
I am dirty feet dancing in the jungle
I shower in my mother countries water with my neighbors
A naked body is my friends and I because Jesus isn't born for another century
I am enjoying the heat that blackens my skin
healthy relationships
they are really special things
they can be in each new friendship that someone brings
it might be hard to find one at first
but once they’re found
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1:
Feet on the ground,
More so when nobody to be found
Though sometimes I like to stick around
Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong
Got my head in the clouds,
My first taste of freedom was in dorm
Locked up indoors previously my norm
Naively thinking I could live anew
Yet wasted was my time being spent indoors
My heart wants change but my mind loudly snores
A letter to mi abuela,
I love you.
Even if you hate that I say it in English sometimes, it still carries the rich rivers of tamarindo & mango juice.
Your favorite.
From the African jungles,
to the ancient African temples;
Why do we praise Shakespeare?
We see as the water ripples,
our people once shook speares.
Remember, Africa created art.
The roots of the tree inspire me,
to write poem of what I see.
Leaves of red are falling near,
chirping of birds is what I hear.
But as I look around with no one in sight,
all write on the living
and not much of the dead
on a garden of fully grown
big, gigantic and enormous trees
trees of full green leaves
are what is written about
We sit here to hide from the heat:
Mom, my older sis, my younger sis, and me.
I had faith once
Never questioned, never thought of twice
I followed as hard as I could
Maybe even harder than i should've
I was on top, always trying to strengthen the foundation
When I was young I had brown eyes the color of dirt but I imaged them as creamy and smooth as chocolate dripping off big juicy red strawberries on a hot summer’s day
As we walk on this world
Full of anger and hate
Nos vemos nosotros getting dirty of it
De lejos venimos to look for a dream
Un sueño, that makes us forget what really exists
Yet my path grows my story will never change.
It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
It's just a cage.
This building of words and numbers,
Is just a cage.
Inside this cage are
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman.
How dare you take advantage of a young child.
She was innocent, sweet and mild.
Just because of her race you stood there
Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
Ink in the bowl goes on to skin
Culture from Africa to Americas Indians
Ink that is absorbed into the mind
Held in place forever in time
As you walk the eternal line
You see that you are one to transcend
Your roots stop you from moving
To let your heart mend
The start of the line is the beginning
But the line has no end
From savages to warriors my ancestors were strong
in my veins and soul my bloodline runs long
because I was born into this life
it was God's will for me to strive
Like the Ha'utu Island where my father was born
Wish I was colorblind
Differences weren't relevant
Soon as I was to find
A dog is not an elephant
But what about the hurt
so important color
sep'rating whites from dirt
We fall like the leaves of Autumn,
helplessly to the floor.
We follow the wind,
looking for a better core.
We let the wind guide us
to see what's in store.
Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
"Momma, you are a vivacious woman with enormous potential."
"Son, the corrupt has taken away my innocence."
"But you have given us all birth."
Work my way into your mind
To contemplate the art of time
Complimenting the sublime.
The question in doubt,
couldn’t figure it out…
Can’t escape the run
Wild yet wonderful creatures that sore in the night
Wise eyes set on prey, white feathers shining bright
Wisdom Wings knows no fear
The world is pitched black, but she can see wonderfully clear
I've known forests:
I've known forests vast as oceans and taller than mountains.
My sould has grown roots like the forest's.
I saw the dark snakes of trunks and long limbs of roots.
Bone white, the tinted light
My eyes blur
As fingers bury deep
The warm leather pockets
A satin-like heat
Drops slide slovenly down your chin
As I trace along
Starting out small
A seed, eventually a sapling
Dropped from an oak tree
Carried far away
Taken from my home
Tracing my roots..
Riding down this industrialized road
Looking through the tinted glass
Watching the land escape my view
Tracing my roots..
Fifty-five miles per hour, I watch.
She weeps tears of dew;
Her humble boughs sigh.
Wind becomes her grace,
And the sun her hope.
She shields clouds of rain;
Veils her heart in leaves.
Weather won't weaken,
Her roots sink to deep.
Winding their way through the foundation
Digging deeper everyday
Hate is the roots of a tree
Some shown above the surface
Not always noticed
Causing entanglements,
Tripping and falling
