My Black Art

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My Black Art

Travels that define human conditions

Predisposed by replenishing waters from tears

I am fed throughout dispensation by how I am 2b led

Bred by a cosmos that surrounds and transcends time

Brought and sold upon foreign shores I now call home

Looking out towards ancestral kingdoms still heirs to thrones

Given over to conquerors to help further civilizations creations

All the while despised and hated for my shield of opaque 

Mysteries of evolution are exposed on my back of billions of lashes

I carry economies behind bars in prison cells' encamped labor markets

Forever viewed as the heart of struggle, the spirit of humanity still remains

Entertaining the less fortunate by giving them reason and meaning to existence

This canvas that speaks of me is older than religious scrolls from redwoods

This seasoning and spice is brine in oceans and seas for ever is my emotion

My words are spotlighted and highlights my relevance to healing balms

For within these palms clasped to form the pyramid of power in praise and prayers

Innocence still remains like fresh water ponds reign from mountain top commandments

Spectrums of mulatto cream to brownish red clay to black silver coal to gold transcends

Diamonds and precious mettle is what will always resonate within so I remember richness 

Having lost and found treasures over and over throughout time, my manifests never end

Incognito at times I still am 2b recognized as the oldest part of humanity

For one day my heart will be reconciled like lost treasures rediscovered in vacant lots

Once abandoned and shun, now uncovered in coming renaissance in thinking or being

I exist and persist as God's Greatest gift, my Black Heart will always be cherished....