To the soft winds, unified voices, echoing on the winds traveling North
Weary feet galloping to freedom as a stampede in the night, stars above guiding its course
To the raging storms in the cloak of South
Sweat, blood, tears, silence of hindrance, chained speech, Wade In The Water rang from mouths
To the Sun shining its compassion for sovereignty upon the shores of the East
Divinity, we break bread, alliance we greet, we sit upon the ancestral land to reverence in peace
To the fire embers tossed in bellowing squalls of the West
God tempers the land of depravity, burned offerings, land rooted in the soil of hellish and unrest
Unto the blessing phrases of la Lune, I bow my head
Allow my quill pen to dip in ink
To indoctrinate this moment and do not deviate from words I’ve said
My head bent, eyes closed as learning the meaning of life as a birthed child
Mother Nature aligns my soul, my spirit, my mind, and detoxification under souls of disavowal
In my voyage as caged minds unfurl
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not of this time
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect wisdom of the wise
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined of universal beliefs
In this day listen to your own wisdom, it is given from the skies, not for downcasted eyes to ever come to weep or the heart to display civilization's grief
Preordained upon conception of birth, to be his divine benefactor, his help meet
The pearly gates Life and Death shall merge where reincarnation greets
The Queen to stand by his side, curtsey in the midst of storms
Uplift his temple, to keep him upright on his feet, his sheets warm
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