and I Awaken,
In Her Spirit that has not Forgotten Me,
her people remember me,
the waters continue to feed me,
Clean me Out as if I’m their daughter,
I am their Daughter,
Daughter of Father Sun,
His Princess Sun Provider,
The One who gave Light to our Homes,
so the Sun now continues to feed me,
I am not suffering in the Dark,
Where my skin does not belong,
Where people see me Inequal,
Where they cannot share my Happiness,
nor wish my Success,
I am not suffering in the Dark,
I let my Melanin be fed,
I let my Skin be the Ornament thats meant to be Polished,
Hardened, Goldened upon with Gods hands,
His Light,
His Sun,
His Star
that Beams,
that makes me Glow,
That brings me Peace in my Bones,
I am not Shaking anymore,
The Waters cleansed me again,
The Cockrels Concert reminded me of Peace,
The Streets,
upon which I Dance,
upon which I Move,
and groove,
To Heal ,
to Resist, and Fight,
to Alchemise the Pain,
Into Something bigger than Me,
The Sound of Resistance.
How I have fought and danced for centuries,
Whilst I was still locked up,
How Dance saved Me.
How it still continues to Save Me.
Soul