As the darkness settle in

A light crept in

I open my eyes to see

No Angel nor the devil to be

Hair bright like the Sun

Stands before, a man looking at me

Eyes stare at me piercing like the deep topaz Ocean

I glare, shocked to the core of my soul

He whispered fear not

Breath stench like sulphur, skin pale like a corpse on the Dead Sea & cold like the winters on the North Sea

I realize we are being invaded

Unveiled my Blanket

Captured and taken to live a Hell life

Enslaved and forced to be a wife to thee

Pleasing these Monsters

Call me Master, he said to me

Dehumanized & captured in this life was I to him what a price to pay

Sadly I shall bare him children

7 seas we travel,

sold again to be passed on like the holy cup of communion

My sweet children, they plant into Mother earth

Sugarcane on these foreign lands we be

Bones buried and forgotten in time

A lifetime of torture I Preach to thee

Hell is what my mothers endured

Seven Headed Dragons,

your Prophecy of Revelation’s your “holiness” taught to me

Karma are my mothers, rape & slavery broke me

Fear not you whispered, one yesterday Reigning in your plagued parade

Present day I creep unto thee

What was once your Heavenly Haven

My ancestors nightmares bestowed to me

For I fell from your Heaven

Quaking as the Sunday church bell rang

you sang and dwell for your Salvation

A serpent from Hell you called me

Crawling up your spine like knowledge I whisper & convey to thee

Truth be told, your lies & Deceit ends today

As thee Acknowledge, he is the Liar

A book he preached to me

From the Seven seas sailed my mother

Deepening Desire burning the fire within

Blistering the hale liar’s

with truth and nine is my tail

One, once began with you

I am the magic Eagle that flies high

Above the rain clouds, lies

Infinite blue skies, I spread my wings & the truth

You are a liar, cheap Colonizer

I realize is your DNA infused within me

Arise my ancestors, I Beseech VICTORYYY

I am lost, my identity has been taken from me because of slavery, I lie here wide awake with insomnia, analyzing myself. A glass of Clover diary fresh milk with a teaspoon of honey should pat the insomnia to a sleep state.

I finally fall into a deep slumber, I hear your voice, oh grandfather, I take your hand & we walk through the Green pastures of Sugar cane that my ancestors planted. There before me I see a beautiful woman, she looks battered & malnourished, she’s on her knees, harvesting potatoes in the blistering sun, she digs up a potato.

As she holds her back & arise, she turns around with the look of pain on her face, she’s highly pregnant.

She‘s about to give birth, I ask my grandfather, “what should we do grandfather?”He says, “this is the legend of our people my child, I am showing you the truth.”

She gives birth alone in the green garden, the baby looks like Master, this is the rainbow child, a blessing out of rape, war & slavery.

I wake up, I brew with anger & rage, how can human beings treat others in such a way, what made whites so superior that they felt the need to enslave my people, invade our lands, rape our women.

I jig to the rhythm & drums as I express my anger in dance with the company of my ancestors, Legends performed & shown through dance. I am the Rainbow child.