Poetry Corner: African Ancestors Month

This thing I have got me through all of the bad days,

Carried me through all of the good days,

And hopefully will get me through the rest of my days.I just hope it gets me to and through that big day,

So I can live happily ever after avoiding internal disaster.

Captured relocated to a new land that was stolen and claimed by the white man.

Held for hundred of years like animals,

Forced to believe if we pray everything would be okay.Still the disconnect that disenfranchises the hood keeps you on welfare Never biting the hand that feeds you obedient,

Yes um master.

The spirituality of consciousness lead me astray,

Not wanting to work a 9-5 for minimal pay,

The spirit lives inside me!