My Black is Beautiful

A hathor original Master of skill Mistress of power A cult of misfit pride Occupied on a prison planet All are psychologically incarcerated upon Forgotten hieroglyphic language held hostage from our tounges Eviscerated like the skin of a carcuss Black cipher of unapologetic hues You can hear the sound in our color because art is an instrument of visual intake Different shades like the rainbow Gold in your peripheral when I approach your being My Black is Beautiful We are magic We are MOTHER We are FIRST we are the brains, the power and creator Telepathy of the 42 commandments like the creed ate her Education restored from thirst of self assurance With a medium to communicate ancestral traditions Nostalgia like Kush feelings We are the Indica to our brothers existence Reason for their High stature carved in stone Even though they are stoned Let our pride lift us Our tounges are the power of life and death Don't let your sisters suffer in silence A God of universal truth, vocal of our awareness I am not angry Don't reflect your lack of intelligence on me Targets of being targeted for targeting They try to divide and conquer, we need to unite to divide the criticism of another because we don't respect or understand others morals, being, or thoughts Don't become conditioned to their tradition When they see us uplifting Veil of oppression will unravel the engagement of hate Black was always in style But it was more of an underground trend The real hidden like harriet stepping into the light of a new day Well, this ain't no news today . . . That's why our skin is doused with hate, jealousy,  laughs and envy Cause they ain't me Hoover boards of kemetic energy Tower over our existence To communicate beams telling us what is next In the end, the last laugh goes to me Cause I figured that knowlegde Now I have access to anything So love your shade, it's a magnetic element And your hair is your crown, & queen is your alias.      -Queenleft. ©