(Image credit: Keith Mallett)
My call to pray
Pray that I am freed of ancestral strongholds, spirits,
curses
Doesn't start at pulling out the weeds great-granddaddy planted
Or the attitudes of my greatest grandmother
It is a call beyond the Brazilian who holds links with the Bajan,
African and Italian within the helices of my dearly natured acid
It is beyond the control of the nucleus of my being
Beyond cells signaling to keep me here
Begging for mercy
This is the prayer that I
This is the prayer that I
Undo the afflictions of the Egyptian at my feet
Pull down every sphinx
Abandon the power I have placed in crystals and salts
Place no value on gold
It is used to resurface the streets where I'm from
It is the Ethiopian within pleading to be fruitful
To be undefeatable again
To have His favor again
It is moments crying knowing
We will never rise that high again
Ignorance won't let ALL of us get there
Even if the educated, informed and equipped of us
Try raising the rest of us
It is Noah reminding me how to reverence my creator
At all times
Reminding me to make the effort
Ask questions as you go
Believe that the answers will come in time
It is Nimrod forgetting how he got here
It is my footprints in Babylon
These are the ruins you placed above my friend?
Really?
I hope I am not opening
What you have closed and thrown away the key to
Am I looking for the solution
Where you have said
We must come before you in unity, to find it
Am I grasping understanding
Am I answering the right call.
This poem was inspired by my current read, What Is Wrong With Being Black?
