On this path that I trod
Ashamed nix of my pride
Afraid not of whence cometh I strength
Ashamed not of the voice steady in my head
Ashamed not of the spirits around
Ashamed not of the parts of nature
Though illegal,by men so made and done
Assured I am,of the great gifts ahead
Afraid not of the men and their situations
Assured I am of the protection plan
So gather around and let’s move forth.
I went back to the time when I lost all belief
The days when my eyes were closed and I moved as if in sleep
I move back to the time I was condemned and ridiculed
The noise was loud and my senses were emptied
Yet I could not understand why I was pitied
It was what I deserved,I had no reason to be vexed
The noise got even louder,confusing confusion with madness
Then I met Him. He asked me to open the doors
Or at least to lower the shutters
He even pushed me to loosen the holding fetters
And that I walk with my hands in the airs
By this I realized I had made it up myself
The situation and the start.
I was broken but now I have been mended
Having been below,now above I rise in all pride
Once hurt but cleared by the doctor as a matter of fact,
He referred to I as a patient so Healed
I stepped out into the open and they asked,
“Aren’t you the man who loved and had peace in vain and was marked as tard?”
But like the sea,the waves of hitting water are mine
The rising and falling of the tides are mine,
To control and accept.
I am healed. Now I can see better with my three eyes.
She brought me beauty wrapped in a flower
But the pollen was my allergy
My breathing got slower
The vision became scattered and foggy
In it’s cage,my heart beat faster
Then I lost all my strategy
Being so,I lost some of my power
I knew pollen triggered the allergy
I kept silence. For I can’t utter against the flower
Or the owner of the beauty.
For as simple as it is stated,
Beauty makes I the weakest.
Yes I am from those lands where all men pretend to be blind
Men who pretend they can’t see what has them in binds
Where Kings lost dynasties and Queens forget of their heritage
But then I am here,amidst the mass of all these blinds
For darkness cannot be swept from a room,I introduce light
I am here.
To remind you of who we were,are and to be.
Do you remember the dark days of slavery
When they tried to wash my Father’s minds completely
When they filled the air with stench and stories of folly
When they had them in chains of whom now I pay respect and honor willingly
It was the time we had our hearts turned against our God fully
And our backs against our brothers who had our interest
Do you remember when the lion was about to die?
And he did not allow his heart to cry?
I am here
He who is fearless of blowing the horn. You have to wake up
The key to resistance is your mind,your thoughts and your attitudes
Now that I can control these,
I know there is no way
No one can break the resistance.
**Don’t be fooled to close your third eye.**