Greater calls

The piece was inspired by my cousin Shevonya, as she sat on the shores of Ghana, in one of our family's ancestral places of origin. In this photograph, she was looking in the direction of the Elamina slavery dungeon, to the far left. The Ancestors told me... to put pen to this.

Shifting sands

key, dungeon, water.

Legacy, baptismal calls
that beckon
on the horizon
compelling the burdened
to get up.

History repeats –
as defeat is prone to
acquiesce in this grand
battle – this
foolish ploy
for humans
to relinquish

their grace
in a rush for power –

Lord knows it ain’t
the hour
for us to cower
in shadows

refuse to sit
in seats
of stationary complacency –
no time for that…

evil, vitriol and the
chains of the esoteric
will be stampeded
underneath the
feet of the chosen.

My Elders told me
succinctly –
that we would need
each other
to push back
against the nefarious –
those who would be
inclined to smother

but greater calls
lie in wait
for those glorious ones –
to demonstrate
how it is done.

those children
gifted
with knees that don’t bend
to no man.