Deep within the midst of sorrow
skinned with thick clouds of passion
in this dark place called self
Consciousness esteemed within walls of pride
black hearts fruiting bright souls
Lust of the red hills, beyond has but become
Seeds planted yet grow yonder
when we were still black we danced
contours have controlled our longings
move, and move- for that’s all we could do
for deep within the midst of our skins,
we remained
suspended in transitions of dimensional discrepancies
we remained
our skins aggressively ripped off from our constantly terrorized bodies
we remained
our passions exposed and paralleled to be less than those of monkeys
we remained
confusion, lack of direction, strong yet senseless
for the new elite had come
ravished by our sense of awareness, yet very much aware
Today we remain, who can contend the cruelty of another’s thoughts
God help us, for we have lost ourselves in search of others
Necessity became null, to a man’s heart, pride still rules
but its all that remains, beyond that, new worlds arise
red hills spoke a language unknown
to those who understood, it was honey to the ears
for beyond red hills, beyond prideful gestures
beyond self, beyond doubt, beyond conscious hearts
lies a very strong world, to take over this world
For at the end color gave history incomprehensible to man
and man found his feet through comprehending history
crossing the distinct boundaries laid by our forefathers
we lie freely side by side in green summer grasses,
gazing through the clear skies, our minds marching in agreements
with judgment postponed, knowing that hope lies ahead,
we are ready to face our fears
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