
7 Seas, 7 Heads 7 Seals & 9 I will end Thee with 1 Truth
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
Indigenous Sorrows
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.