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AFRICAN FAMILY REUNION

African family reunion how interesting it would be to follow Alex Haley and retrace our family tree. Back to our native homeland Uganda, Kenya or Chad to learn how African life was before the good things went bad. It's sad we can only retrace to a time when our people were slaves, Ancient ancestral traditions, carried with them to their graves. We know little of our heritage. They refuse to teach it in school. Celebrating ethnic diversity is something we should all want to do. An in depth research of Black History would offer an amazing surprise. We've contributed much to world progress. The truth would open your eyes.

Copyright © by Linda Hayes 2004

Linda (Slendah) Hayes

A CHILD RETURNS HOME

IFA INSPIRED POETRY

IYANIFA FAYOMI FALADE

Passage From:

Ori The Seedling

Ancestor came down on golden chains,

From the Heavens above and alone,

Sprinkling Holy ground given from the God Above

And watched over by Orunmila's love,

Our common beginning started as a seed on the ocean floor,

Our Spirits choice to come through the Heavens open door,

Cloned from the loin of the Eleda Holy Spirit,

Eleda has breath life into us as mysterious as a developing lyric,

We walk the earth not understanding the Mother Yemonja's watery power,

We soar the Ancestral Spirits realm,

Seeking always the ending hour,

If only we understood the different worlds that we are heir,

The Mighty Ajogun would never dare,

Filled with the Holy Spirit and Olorun's might,

It is only a momentary separation of Spirit and flesh,

And there are more of us walking with the Spirit than Iku named Death,

Oh! How common our beginnings,

Everyone a color and texture of the earth,

Oh! How common is every Human Birth

A Love Letter
The Ultimate Love
 
I'm writing you this letter
because I have something to say
Although you've been abused, I love you anyway
I loved you from conception and your delivery from the womb
The proof of my love has risen from tomb
Although you can't see me
You will find delight in my gentle touch
I'm with you always and I need you so very much!
I monitored your pain and I catch each tear before they fall
I want you to be a conqueror and by faith you shall stand tall
I see you're weak, but please give me a simple nod
This love letter was written just for you!
 
Love always,
"God"
 
Darlene Loretta Scott
Copyright ©2004 Darlene Loretta Scott
 
 
Truth Crushed!
By Kamal Imani
C 2002
 
What is the truth that was crushed?
Why all the preachers got hushed?
What books got burned so we can?t discuss?
Why?d they take Voodoo, Islam, and the drum from us?
Why they concerned about my penus?
And your uterus?
Sperm and ovum, when we explode em.
Through the black hole, we birth another soul.
From Sirius B or wherever Allah be.
Agartha, Shamballa, Kingdoms underground where
Ommmmmmmmmmmmm is the sound.
Why we so funky when we get down?
Like Jimmy Hendrix, Nona Hendrix and James Brown.
Why we on the pyramids Egyptian?
Why are faces worshipped by Martians?
Why we on the walls of the Vatican?
Why everytime they conquer us we back again?
There’s something in your melanin!
There’s something in my melanin!
Truth crushed to earth will rise again!
 
Question?
 
Why we still here?
Why we end up in Western Hemisphere?
Why we catch ghost and speak in tongues?
Why we make hip hop when they took away drums?
Why we speak the word when hip hop went bling?
Cause the word is the truth black ancestors bring.
Devils get up and leave cause my poetry sting.
Why we still here? Cause we queen and we king!
You could ask Nas we ethereal beings.
Electromagnetic are souls are supreme.
If the earth is the ovum then we are the cream.
Goin for the black hole like salmon upstream.
To multiply never die just transmigrate
Like our deceased when they appear in our dreams.
Like Big Mamma, yall can relate.
They say we superstitious cause we pray like manthis.
That?s why we still here like the souls of Atlantis.
Lemuria, Olmecs, Incas, Aztecs, Hiram Abiff the
archetect.
We see dead people when we not scarred to look.
But our religions were took.
And now we shook.
But all we gotta do is look again.
 
There?s something in your melanin!
There?s something in my melanin!
Truth crushed to earth will rise again!