LIKE A TREE PLANTED BY THE WATERS...

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life

    
Though stolen,
I never left you:
Remaining Like a keloid
Etched across your healing womb.

The umbilical flow of a river
Never empties itself of its source.
So I wade backwards
To the genesis of my being
And grow like a tree
Planted by the waters;
And I shall not be moved.

From my Nile
And Gold Coast waters’ beginnings
I shall not be moved;
From my blackness 
I can no longer be sold;
From my blackness
I can no longer be cajoled;
From my blackness
I can no longer be ostracized;
From my blackness
I can no longer be comprised.

My sable Sahara soul
Is indelibly free as I want to be.
From God, Africa is
And I am---Just---
Like a tree planted by the waters;
And I shall not be moved.