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Father, will you tell me all the stories that originated out the depths of the sea
A land before time that defines our presence here on earth, given unto you and me
A place in history that was preserved for our generational divine calling from the blessed Egyptian scrolls
Will there be tales where the beast slays the innocent with fire, and the boogie man cometh for our future Sire's in black robes
Taking one’s breath of liberation away to be placed in a cage
No longer to soar above the treetops as being free
Only voices of discord resonating in rage
I see castles and animals running in the wild
Fields of greenery as I run through the meadows playing as an Indigo Child
When I’m older, father, will politics sale the survival of our existence, eminent domain us from sacred lands
Segregate us by what we do not have where we stand
I want to grow up in a world, where we all are accounted for
In a land of milk and honey where prosperity pours
I will one day walk the passage where my fate and destiny once thrived
Our Motherland tribes strived as we survived
Kings, Queens, Emperors, Empresses with welcoming arms as spiritual advisers with voices of guidance shall always roam
To have mercy by the Provers of our evolutional home
The remembrance of unchained freedom as I whisper to the wind
If only we can unite voices to mend hope, faith shall follow in the divine blend
We have supremacy in our melanin bone marrow to elevate
Balance the system to give rise to our destiny and step all over the echoes of hate
My femininity reaches from the secret of the stars
If you listen closely, you may hear the overtures of parables whispering to the universe beyond, Saturn, Uranus, and Mars
The creation of the Most High, from His deepest imagination
He bestowed upon civilization His deepest admiration
A world ordained to you, where your dreams can be fulfilled, be a beacon of inspiration on your road to self-salvation
Unto the passage of your heart, your meditated mantras will be bestowed upon humanity with knowledge, wisdom
Your footsteps in life will be the throne of your grace, wherever your sovereign becomes
The enlightment of the soul illuminates its path, for the sightless, with the gifts of compassion, peace, serenity, crowned under the warmth of the Sun
As a future Nubina Queen, unto the innovation of my spirit
Father, will my voice uphold the light as my visions, my ambitions drift
Will you tell me about the lineage of my roots, when the hues of others do not have the grace to atone
What do I tell the embodiment of deprivation, the ignorance of truth, when society is rubbing sticks together and humanity is throwing stones
And never to descend into the abyss of anyone’s two brain hemispheres
High vibrations will always uplift any purpose’s worth as it would appear
My path in life is to never give credence to the seven deadly sins
Only snakes with bitter tongues allow mental discontent or animosity to slither in
Keep your intellect pure of thoughts, your Chakras spiritually aligned
Father, will this biosphere still exist as I close my eyes and sail on the rings of infinity throughout the sands of time
An unlearned young soul who has glimpsed the immoralities of technology’s epiphany
Will the world know I am of regal succession, I am a future Queen
My expectations, my disclosures ordained as joviality witnessed by eyes who have seen
I am the pictograms shrouded across the history of time echoing my ancestral roars
A little princess of charm, prominence, who would one day open miseducated doors
You cannot have a positive life and a negative mind.
Joyce Meyer
