Peace and Blessings

[BlackBodyGuard]

Out of the light and into the beautiful darkness
I dove into the deep of the sea
Sinking deep into the perfect Black
Where the waters are still a mystery
Where there is no bottom
Where the trenches hold
Middle passage secrets

I sank to bone crushing depths
That I might find the spirits
Of the souls lost in the depths

I wanted to ind them and tell them
I am sorry
I am sorry, they died for nothing
It was all in vain
Their memory is not honored
There are no posthumous statues
Or memorials in honor
Of their courage to die free
And not live a slave

And as I searched the Black depths
I began to feel the embrace of a loving mother
Could it have been the pressure of the murky depths?
I would have thought it so
Had it not been for the shadow of a soul
I saw come out of the Black pitch

She was an awesomely beautiful woman
Who greeted me with salutations of
peace and blessings
By her brutally Black skin
And broad nose
I immediately recognized she was my mother Africa
And thereby, I acknowledged her with my own greetings of
Peace and blessings

We spoke of many things and many times
And I wept as I spoke of the Black condition
But she merely smiled and held me as mothers do
And my weeping ceased

I had no good tidings
Only stories of loathing and melancholy

I told her of those whose skin are as pitch as ours
But they spoke with forked tongues
Further exploiting the people
For fleeting gains
I told her, in the battle for justice
We lost our religion, our culture, our GOD
I told her of Jesus and Muhammad
How they both bind us with different links of the same chain

When I could tell her no more
Mother Africa looked at me
From behind her, out of the Dark sea
She showed me
In an instant
22 million deaths
Black souls given to the sea
I was beyond any words
That could speak from my mouth
And so I simply kneeled in homage

But Mother Africa would not have me to kneel
Instead, she lifted me up
And before me, they all kneeled
22 million souls of the Deep Black

Before me, they kneeled and bowed
As one bow to Kings

She spoke:

From out of my womb you came
You’ve suffered much
And more yet, shall you suffer
For your mother’s name

You’ve been lost
And desolate rejected, hung, and maimed by the hatred of men
You lost your religion, your culture, your name
Yet, through all these tribulations and misery
You found us
You found it in your heart
To never forget what mattered
And as long as there are those
Like you who will continue to survive the times
We are never lost

We did not die in vain
We bow to you
A Righteous King
But without a crown or name

Go and awaken the people who live yet sleep
Wake them from their slumber
And tell them come home to Mother Africa
And in me find their home
And their homes
find peace and blessings


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[Mamazen]

Ashe!