Transparency
Sista,
Our soul ties lie in the pleasant cresent being in your bosom
When life forgets your calling and your being metamorphs into a whipping post
Know I see you
I wade through the storm cloud crowds clamoring for your best, to rest at your breast
Listening to the melodic spirituals that play downbeat to the cries of your people
I feel your strength
Often the disconsolate widow of vultures nesting in the vivacity of your spirit
You show no wavering in your recognizance of your mission
Listen
Do you hear it sista?
The dundun's scripted cryptic hieroglyphs guide your pilgrimage
With your babies in tow, you labor towards nirvana
Home, family, friends, community, love
Sista
Your calling is not the summation of creation laying latent at the door of your Y
When the world overlooks the toiled soil and lush garden nourished with your tears
Know I am here
Weeding and seeding my own dirt plot plopped next to yours in war
Memorizing the mesmerizing techniques perfected in your hands to mold the land
Pass me the hoe; the spade, the mattock, the edge, and the trowel
Pass me the burden of cultivator never bestowed the gift of being fertilized
Allow me to plow beside you and guide you to the richest clay in the bed
There I plant you, protecting you from the elements that routinely shed your petals
Take rest; let me bestow upon you a sweet nectar foreign to your roots
Admiration, Adoration, Appreciation
Look out over your nation and delight in the sight of the worth you birthed
And routinely, I'll brace the sunshine to climb inside your lap once again
Listening to the melodic spirituals that play downbeat to the cries of your people
Listen
Do you hear it sista?
Ba boom, Ba boom, Ba boom, Ba boom
"Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel, Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel, then why not every man"
I see you. I AM YOU. You, are not alone.
