The Soft Breeze To Your Kindred Intellect

You ventured inside my inner sanctuary unto the rise of the Sun    
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone      
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need      
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed      
      
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots      
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth      
Erect in the soil just as tall and proud, yet to have upheld branches of fallen darker fruit      
Saga’s are meant to be explored by the decipher of time      
Not dismantled in its merit whenever ignorance omits its genocide      
        
I am worthy to endorse the regality of my wondrous skin tone      
For eyes to see and ears to hear the injustice where forgotten lullabies become the universal Psalms      
Bowing to you with the gifts from Air, Water, Fire, and Earth      
Lies replaced with scarred riddles have been the myths of generation struggles since the beginning of the Constitution’s birth      
        
No man on the Creator’s time can ever denounce, covet, of disregard the throne of anyone’s mind      
My sovereign is divinely structured by the blood of my ancestry that has exalted from each generation, time after time      
To grace and always cast pearls before the swine      
        
My intellect is unlocked      
The benediction of my oral dialect is unchained, unblocked      
I come in peace for the minds I try at best to teach      
The words I will always humbly, softly preach      
Lost paths as we journey together for many have yet to reach    
I am the rain, I am the storm    
Parallel universes in the purification of being reborn    
     
It is a blessing of my French, Haitian, Creole, heritage to have arrived upon my own consecrated shores    
Do not cry for me Argentina, the spirit of my soul is sacred, and what for    
My energy does not dwell in hell or below a serpent's tail    
I am exalted in what you would never derive to understand    
The femininity of my hieroglyphics is the history of who I am    
Entrenched in the soil of every land    
If you have no insight of knowledge found beyond the gateway of your Third Eye      
Your Crown Chakra, the offering from the spirituality of thy Pineal Gland, you will always be the detriments of your own lies    
I do not make the time to ask why    

My heart, and my soul is from the dust of the skies        
To taste in the quest of its freedom from the land of milk and honey        
Is it less of me to allow integrity to pour      
Truthfulness is the open portal to the Heart’s closed door      
Give the rites of passage when voices unite to speak      
In this realm we call Earth, allow us all to always search for the lost relics of our past when we seek      
        
The seeds that have been sown from man’s loins, ordained unto us women, is as sacred as the essence of Allah’s grapevine   

The power of melanin exaltation cradles the crest of every wise mind    
We are the people, our greatness echoes from the clouds that makes the sunshine    
I am the elixir of that sweetness found in the divinity of my Ankh, the water bearer of my windsails entwined    
It creates, Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princesses, God and Goddesses continue their blood line        
What is devoid upon its righteousness spools, is not to be forsaken     
Henceforth, to be discussed to find ways to spiritually become awaken      
        

Selah