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Ode To My Sweet Sister/ Sweet Sister Jive Nature Walk Breaking Barriers |
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Ode To My Sweet Sister/ Sweet Sister Jive When I hear my sister's sweet voice, I know that my Godknows how to be a lady And when I take my sister's sweet hand, I keep in mind that he also knows how to treat one. And when my sweet sister speaks her mind, have mercy. It is a blessing on all mankind. For what charms can the world offer her that she does not Already possess? What jewels can the earth produce whose value she cannot Diminish? Cause when you gaze into the dark pools of my sister's sweet eyes, her soul bursts through those windows to show you what's in there. for God has breathed the very essence of his spirit through her hair. She weeps the words in honey and they flow right from her lips. It pours out onto you and turns your day from half to whole. What confidence a man can gain from the drippings of her soul. For she is beautiful, from birth to rebirth, conception to child birth. Cuz her beauty cannot be seen with the eyes of the flesh alone. it is only the blood that makes her my sister. My sweet and loving one. We walk amidst a forest of tall dreamers Each destined to grow They hide their secrets beneath bark And refuse to be fed but once in a while Rings of age and timeless battle scars enshroud the core. For some, their wood is petrified Scared of the light of a new tomorrow Others are quite content in knowing that They've grown a bit. And exposure to sun has made leaves green But the desire of most at deepest center Is to branch and flower And drop the seed Touch the sky if they can Digging roots to richest soil Reaching water & nutrients. To neither know nor care About the span of life Only to dream and reach Until it ends. I wanted to say something before, but I never could. I didn't think it was my place. I didn't thing anyone would listen. That was before I realized that it didn't matter. One drop in the bucket causes the ripples. Against the injustices to humanity caused by the insanity of that same humanity. Dropped into the picture frame of a magical medial world Worshipped until it's blown away. I know I am the original man. But the original man was close to the originator. Who didn't go by the color of skin because whether red -bone or Blue- black, he declared "you'll be mine" so all this talk about who's who, and who did what to whom, And the first ones to know true knowledge looked like this And had this kind of nose Really doesn't matter. Pedagogy is the need for both the oppressed and the oppressor. Don't hat them because they're stupid. Deny yourself because you know better. Or are you scared? Because who says that they can't be like us-if only they knew. You see, being made in the image of the creator means being Blind like he is blind and seeing the way he sees. Understanding that while in our rat race we struggle for recognition, to importance, to superiority. Race is really only a matter of who runs to him closest.
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