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Ballads of Royalty ( Aleea and Logik)

What if Mother Nature was conspirin’
To get us out of our sleep
To awaken within us
A long forgotten sense of self?

And what if depletion of the ozone and global warming
Were her methods to get our minds and lives on track?

Gently pull back,
these prot-ect-ive lay-ers
allowing the barrage of cosmic rays to blaze as they enter.
exciting the molecular foundations of our skin

Causing adenines to turn guanines
and proteins would then bend themselves
into humbled prostrations

Conforming to conformational changes
That lead to second messengers
Infiltrating cells
Unlocking DNA
Long since silenced
Through assimilation
Adopted for the sake
Of survival
From the fields
To institutionalized education

DNA splicing and fighting, trying
to properly package its message
So its helices adds appendices
To insure the full story gets told

Reawakening the consciousness
Of souls
Destined
For divinity

Becoming reacquainted
With the reality
That we were born
With heart beats
That boast ballads
Of royalty

Every cell in our body has become a piece to this puzzle
That echoes the songs of our ancestors
With heart beats to drumbeats that resound
even in this day
Left with history that has been re-written
Timbuktu to be forgotten
and now Athens has taken its place
Copernicus discovered heliocentricity,
yet no one recalls how
Imho-tep defined space!

Each cell carries the blue prints
To kinks created
By bonds
Keeping locs locked
Curls fixed
Freeze framed
Perfectly
In the same
Inprints
Shared by sheba

Similar storages
Of melanin
In the skin of hands
That molded kingdoms

Tinted round bellies
Sheltering wombs
That warmed and weathered
The gestation of nations

We need to find our way back, way back
to our own domains

misguided in this world of dot coms
we are lost
Tubman had us once homeward bound
but now our North Stars is gone

So we roam ,
looking for better reception
but there are not enough bars
to pinpoint just when and where
we lost our heritage
and buried our dreams
exchanged them for beads
To be led to our own defeats

There are little black girls
Blessed with beautiful brown skin
And absent father figures
Young girls that believe
That their only
destiny
Lies with job openings
At modern day
Voluntary auction blocks
Or what’s seen
Through glass windows
Encased in one
Of the four brick walls
She calls home

There are women
Who see self
Defined by the men
She attracts
Finding it hard
To sit back
Relax
And let love find them
Generations of women
Who through time
Have forgotten
Fundamental truths

That found in
Every she
Is a soul
That moves nature
To pay homage
Nightly

Somewhere there is a lost boy searching in vein
for his legacy to manhood
But since he has
Rooted himself in mediocrity
He finds it hard to leave ignorance alone
So he is eternally prone
To be best of fools

Forgetting the definition of wisdom was his name
Honor his garment
Knowledge his shield
and at his feet once sat the world

the Prometheus to civilization
Kidnapped and barbarized
Past lives forgotten
Now bastardized by those who claimed to
civilize a people already living civil lives

So that now--- we are all barely well behaved..

WE HAVE A PROBLEM....
When little man is idolizing D-boys with drop tops
more than his own parents

WE HAVE A PROBLEM
When women in training
Anticipate the next
Best seller
From Karine Steffans
With more enthusiasm
Than Toni Morrison

WE HAVE A PROBLEM
When boys are taking their lessons in manhood
from those who skipped class.

WE HAVE A PROBLEM
When accepting less than what we’re entitled
Becomes the norm

Yes, what if Mother Nature really did conspire to
Get us out of our sleep
to awaken us from a forgotten sense of self?
Would that be enough to break
this perpetual-amnesia that we
have all been living in…

Could a blasd of cosmic rays give us back our power
Allowing us to be once again be fantastic
and not merely exceptions to society’s unwritten rules?
I say NO!

It shouldn’t take
Holes in the ozone
Gamma rays
And DNA changes
Caused by mother nature
To realize
Our thrones
Have sat vacant
For far too long

We must dust away the cobwebs
Reclaim our crowns
Find time to acknowledge
The goddess and god
Within every
She and he

Remembering daily
That we were born
With heart beats
That boast ballads
Of royalty





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