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The Softness of A Shadows
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BRIGADIER GENERAL

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“I Believe I Can Fly”

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Mama, I know why the caged bird really sings

When the mind, as an offering hears sovereignty echoed to the mountains let it ring

From the cradle of birth is to give authority to our mental dreams

Our deferred aspirations we seek to the highest of our esteem

How can I learn to fly when my heart cannot even walk

Animosity, resentment is always found in wagging tongues who doesn’t know how to intellectually talk

Defacing its own beautiful sanctuary forbidding to asunder such venomously stalk

Flapping winds, feet planted, in the bitter winds you can hear their squawk

 

Mama, will the caged bird’s nest

Allow self-worth to reinvest

I want to be free for the world to hear my quiet Psalms

In the comfort of my darkness, my melodies of goodwill for me to someday atone

The hindrance of bars confining me

Demolishing the doctrine of my creed

Where I cannot see the forest from the trees

Condemning my beliefs in a realm of success, closing my eyes in surreal, making me believe

My fate, my love of self is my soulful reprieve

I will take one step and then another

Finding ways to bridge disparity between my Nubian sistas and Moorish brothers

Regards when given unto hues from any other mother

 

Mama is the caged bird the imagination of a miseducated mind

If it remains netted in its own private Hell not ordained on God’s time

Child you must cherish your pearls and cast doubts, then pray for the swine

All I require is my presence to roam and my sacred Chi in society to achieve

A kiss to serenade the wind as I bow to the footsteps who made the journey, emancipated, yet who are not mentally free

It is jubilation in the liberation to become my own person

My heart and soul never become doomed to fate or allow detriments in my path to get worsen

 

The cage door has been opened

My mind awoken

The tastes of freedom in its victory have spoken

Bestowing to my generation the last rites of my earthly gift

From Earth to Heaven let my commemoration to my past uplift

 

Mama, does the caged bird learn to finally fly

Child, I tell you no lies

You sail through life

Allotted by the segments of celestial time

Life, living, and death is measured second by seconds, it welcomes the hardship, glory, as we pray in strife

It’s all by God’s designs who governs the temple

I am at the door spreading my wings taking flight, the soaring now becomes simple

 

“I Can Now Fly ”

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