Yeah, I do agree that women rule the world!
Mother Africa, I salute you the first mother of creation. I am thankful for all your many gifts to the world. You have given your all only to be raped and beaten. I your daughter NaNa Kwakqebea/Queenhealer7 only ask that one day in the very near future that I can find myself engulfed in your wonderful essence and beauty. I thank you for not allowing all the false sayings to bring you down and literally destroy what you have worked so hard to build. May you continue to shine like the brightest star that you are! Glory Be To GOD!
I felt a freedom I never felt before
when I walk back through that door
my stomach was filled with anguish
but I knew there was a purpose
that had to be fulfilled by only my vessel
I had to have smelt the smell of death in that El Mina slave Castle
The death of too many souls that slept in their bowls
in the darkness I did weep embraced by the impurities/ fouls
I heard the echoes of moralities detestable wickedness
deaths breath down the back my neck, blowing the heat of torment, barren of righteousness!
I wanted to run but was compelled to wait and suffer through this terrible fate
knowing no matter how much I heard my ancestors moans and groans
I would not be left there until I became skull and bones
Questioning how could a people be devoid of compassion, love and empty
for the destruction they caused habitually
not caring if they destroyed families or communities
They came under shade to give aid, instead it was religion they gave, baptized in the ocean that were to be our graves, just as we uttered the prayer we were turnt into their slaves
No kings gave permission, nor did they sell us for molasses
how could they communicate when they spoke different languages and came from different classes
many kings found their selves in chains too, not knowing what to do.
I in that El Mina Slave dungeon I had my purpose firmly set in me
aware that I was a miracle, a returnee, and never was I suppose to see
Gods glory.
From my lips everyone will hear our story, a tragic memory but yet our history...
I felt a freedom I never felt before
when I walk back through that door
my stomach was filled with anguish
but I knew there was a purpose
that had to be fulfilled by only my vessel
I had to have smelt the smell of death in that El Mina slave Castle
The death of too many souls that slept in their bowls
in the darkness I did weep embraced by the impurities/ fouls
I heard the echoes of moralities detestable wickedness
deaths breath down the back my neck, blowing the heat of torment, barren of righteousness!
I wanted to run but was compelled to wait and suffer through this terrible fate
knowing no matter how much I heard my ancestors moans and groans
I would not be left there until I became skull and bones
Questioning how could a people be devoid of compassion, love and empty
for the destruction they caused habitually
not caring if they destroyed families or communities
They came under shade to give aid, instead it was religion they gave, baptized in the ocean that were to be our graves, just as we uttered the prayer we were turnt into their slaves
No kings gave permission, nor did they sell us for molasses
how could they communicate when they spoke different languages and came from different classes
many kings found their selves in chains too, not knowing what to do.
I in that El Mina Slave dungeon I had my purpose firmly set in me
aware that I was a miracle, a returnee, and never was I suppose to see
Gods glory.
From my lips everyone will hear our story, a tragic memory but yet our history...
I felt a freedom I never felt before
when I walk back through that door
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