Song Of The Motherland

Take me

Like comforting hands

Born Black sincere

Strong to your face

And knowing I am undeniably yours

Wipe your tears

And knowing I am now your strength soothe your groan

Know if you be it

Know wrinkle

Know sweat

Know me

I am Black soul

Take me

Use me like an ointment

I shall pour over your wounds

The wounds of the flesh and the wounds of the mind

The slow healing wounds

Of body and terra

Dark child

Use me

I am not magic

Not a miracle

But I bring determination

I focus your consciousness

On toward good

I motivate your unrelenting struggle

I energizе the feeling spirit

That the brutalities еndured

And while we will not have been in vain

Believe in me

I am Blackness

I am identity

Take me

With the joy of knowing that I was always there

At your side

In your heart

And show me like a song of defiance from the high hill

From the 50th balcony

Amplify me to uncountable watchers

May Babylon tremble for I shall not be denied

Study me

I am Black history

I am your culture

Know me

For I am your future

I watered the flower of your past

I was your song of unity

But now that you are bartered (but know that you are far flung), withered

And dismembered

But you shall bloom again

You are not denied

For I am still your song of unity

I am on your rising

Of that powerful look in your eye

I am chem

I am Kush

I am Merole

I am Yetowoke

I Songhai

Ghana

Mali

I Benin

Monomotapa

Zimbabwe

I Alkebulan

I am Africa

I am Africa

Take me

With the knowledge that I am undeniably yours