|I Am Old Enough To Dye
Freedom Among The Free
During the duration of ancestors, through the mighty pen, the ancestors wrote about the life as a slave,
it is un fortunate that we as a people
Continue to sing the same songs. Through time we continue to accept the negative fertilities of wanting to be slaves, nevertheless freedom has already been given through God, such a catastrophe we continue to teach our children, that they are less than a people, by feeding them with toxins, that they shall continue to fight for freedom, freedom was
Came with the proclamation of life, pain that continues to flow threw the blood stream, assist to human mental suicide, views of who and what is
Nevertheless, our ancestors felt the crack of the whip, they continue to write the words of freedom and fought that man would no longer, emancipate the theory of them being slaves, Harriet Tubman, Soldier Truth, Phillis Wheatley, poems in which they continued to up lift the Negroís in a time of slavery, bitterly pleads for freedom from slavery.
Almighty power of the pen, victory of the spoken words, Spirituality, the blue print of survival, believing in one God, poetry was for the cause of abolition and freedom, a will to live, under all odds, dignity without cowardly conformity, poetry was dedicated to slavery and its abominable practices and abuse.
Paul Laurence Dunbar black prodigy, and many
Successful black poets and educators,
Did not live through the eyes of being a slaves, they educated themselves, to deliver
Those who were caught up in self-hatred, In
this world order, symbolic images, of the past,
man who refuse to break the chains, the rotten roots of life.
Self-death assisted, through the tunnel vise mind.
During the days of slavery, our ancestors educated themselves, in a new arena of thought, man continues to cry, freedom when man refuse to motivate and educate their own, understanding the struggles of our ancestors was a heritage, not a death, it taught that man can be the great man he is, with education, spirituality, motivation, faith, unity
A true soldier in Gods army.
To be a woman the obligation to our roots, is to educate the emancipation freedom of the mind, if we continue to teach our children that they can not function in society, they will continue to live through the televise mind of destruction. To be a productive citizen of ; we must teach our children accountability to self is a major objective, there are know chains that bound our children to education. We have many role models who have demonstrated this as a fact. To live in a mind of slavery man is already dead.
I visit, through illusions,
I am the spirit,
without form, I have felt the pain,
of enslaved nations,
I had to dye to relieve your pain,
the redeemed of change,
the light the entrustment for rebirth
no power over Godís house,
the creation designated for rebirth.
until eternity of eternities.
Spirits of thoughts, to comfort great
Meditation the sanctuary of thought,
The spirits flow through the Universe,
Thou shall never be lost.
Sanctify all the beginnings,
To the rightful place,
The honor, which we give to God.
The turning of life, the beginning of death,
the resurrection of the soul, has now taken place.
Through the evolution of eyes that looks through a transplant
window that no one can see.
Courage that is hidden in a box without an opening
are without and end.
A color that no one can see.
Formulations of transparent dust.
yesterday blends with tomorrow
and the reflections slowly fade away
revealing the changes of passing time
No heritage that relates to the living are the past.
Reluctant of who the commentary of the lost.
Like doctor Jackal and Mr. Hyde
Seductions of the colorless shades
Of seminarians Coleus orated .
Cobwebs from the consistent,
Darken corners continue to gather dust
Stain glass windows without reflections
No image that precedes unwise of the
Symbolic sources that cannot be seen.
Obscene suggestions of who is and who could it be.
Life that lives within the sources of the spirit
Formations that has no deliverance
Darken through florescence of lights
A color that has no reflection within
the morning and night.