I can feel the world unfolding at your fingertips

Sweat and blood cradle it, It’s the mothers old hands that Wove its breath. High above myself and earth, I can see freedom slowly drifting Across towering mountains and dark Clouds. And we grow like maize as it’s Children. Bodies that form from concrete and overgrown weeds nurtured from the womb of hardship. Decorating broken sidewalks the altars of the dead, Ghostly shadows and candlelight flicker on beer bottles, Adorned with flowers. Falling petals like tears. Stagnant pictures. Become reflections, where myself (Generations) years away from predestined Futures decided by men, who own the land The seed , the streets in the ghetto we are willing to Spill our blood for Behind prison bars And abandoned blocks. Appropriating the belief That we are nothing But an echo of who we were (Kings and queens) That stood in the presence Of the majestic nile And below the sun. We are still on the slave ships chained And the rulers of this earth who eat Banquets while millions starve, And wear $3000 designer handbags on skinny pale wrists, Have never lifted a finger. While children Skin gold as sun, bones Shine tight around faces. And mothers Break their backs For a shack and a meal of Beans and rice Bare feet and decaying teeth. (And this is the America Where they say freedom Rings…) But even in the darkest of nights Like a poem sometimes there is light and laughter. In silent death Peace whispers of goodbyes Time and time again Our own flesh feeds the wolves That terrorize our every step. Violence is in. Infesting in the cracks of Broken pottery souls, That once shone so Brightly like hopes And dreams, decimated by running slopes Of tears down cheeks. Black and brown folk all melanin and smiles In the hardest of times. Where mommas Simmer hot food while rocking a child on her hips Place where wind kisses cheeks and hardens hands. (My worth resounds On these lands ) Collecting dust in eyes The ashes of long forgotten Histories , disintegrated By crack pipes and thug lore That dominates the very worth of Our life. Destruction slowly paves its way to hearts, We choose to be loveless in a loveless world. That slowly cuts away sliver by sliver until Nothing remains but a void imprinted Forever in our collective symmetry. Time and events only ghostly spider webs Withering away We have forgotten who we are and where we can go. Beneath metal towers Burning mass graves Inside we are concave Clinging to anything that Resembles feeling replacing Liquor and drug highs to a living Sentiment for one another . But still I find you in the darkest Of darkness . Likke the rolling depth of the ocean Breaking to surf. I choose to live and fight! Merging with every fiber, The voices of my ancestors Fighting for my future to stand Here and speak. The atoms compounds, Molecules, Love laughter of children Voices of pueblos The armed black Guerilla women The outcry of revolution The rolling nebula of a new tomorrow, Freedom! I can feel the world unfolding at your fingertips.