Sankofa…Let Us Start With One Day

Sankofa…Let Us Start With One Day

Sankofa …
…Sankofa
….Sankofa!

Our youth cry tears of ignorance and lies
told to them in ways so believable
so picturesque
how could they not
believe…

it’s shameful that we
who feel awaken
to the truths
of Ma’at

and we
who still remember, the memories
untold

choose NOT to speak
of them
Write!
of them
Sing!!
of them
Dance!!!!
of them
BE.
of them.

…For fear of insignificance.
for ignorance of the purpose of fear;
for purposelessness of reasons used as excuses;
for reasons that we too use to excuse,
ourselves…
from responsibility.

Let us start with one day,
and let it be spoken
Let us start with one day,
and let it be written
Let us start with one day,
and let them hear it sung and strummed
Let them feel the dance and the rhythm of the psychological drums
that lead us to the true paths
of a long-awaited liberation… foretold freedoms we’ve forgotten
due to
corruption.

Corruption of our souls,
corruption of our minds,
corruption of our foods,
corruption of our youth.

How do we expect them to firmly grab hold
of the torch,
if they can’t even see it burning?
can’t even feel the heat from it churning??
and don’t even know of it’s purpose???
…or existence

Sankofa …
…Sankofa
….Sankofa!

Let us start with one day…
SPEAK IT!
Let us start with one day…
WRITE IT!
Let us start with one day…
SING IT!
Let them feel the dance and the rhythm of the psychological drums
that lead us to the right path
of long-awaited liberation… foretold freedoms we’ve forgotten

Let us start with one day…
..and let it be
…today!

d’Shelled.

Dried bones worn as jewelry
Back bones used as decoration
Who or what did these once clothe?
Does it even matter or do we just use them as we see fit
As long as it pleases us
Do we even ask permission to selfishly distance them
Or do we appreciate…

Their journeys
And give thanks for their sacrifices
Before we bore yet another hole in

To dangle from our person

As if we have conquered them all on our own.

And so now they are trophies to be worn by Kings and Queens
Who Labor not.

I too sing America… I am the darker sister
They send me to eat in the kitchen, when company comes
But I laugh, and eat well and grow strong
Tomorrow…

They’ll get it

Or they won’t
And I will keep on keepin’ on
With my external smile
And my internal tears
Will flow no more
For shame of their perceptions of my abused beauty

I appreciate the stones, the shells, the broken smoothed glass
For I know not their Journeys

And should I choose to request their presence on my person?
I will do so wearing the pride of their accomplishments

And the awareness of their struggles

So that I will not be adding to their demise
But strengthening their story
With my own

As they in turn
Strengthen mine
With theirs

©DaraMonifah

Unconditionally yours

If you do no more than touch me
do it from the depth of you

If you do no more than hold me
embrace me like I’m priceless

if you do nothing more than look at me
see me for my innermost beauty, pain, fears, love

if you do nothing
just love me
from a distance

but do it so that I know
how you truly adore me
how you know I cherish you, and us
and appreciate you as you are
even with all the unknown complexities that you hold dear
to yourself
know that I am truth

and that if nothing else
I love you
for trying

©DaraMonifah

Need to write my own song

I woke up hearing a song in my head
“Don’t go chasing waterfalls
Just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re use to…”

A similar pain as I had the morning right before
but this time, the tears were trying to follow close behind

Why do we set our selves up for disappointment
and take it even further and put ourselves out to be hung?

I feel like I opened up my vest,
exposed my chest
and was shot in the back of my head

I feel like I wore my heart on my sleeve
and you walked around to my other shoulder
pretended it wasn’t there
and never looked me in the eye

are my tears even worth shedding for this?
or should I just go back and continue focusing on
my rivers…

lakes stand waiting for me
staying available whenever I need to use them

and rivers just run through me

but at least they’re not like the rain from your blue skies
showering all around me as if I’m not even there

every now and then allowing me a little sunlight
rays warming me like the golden warmth of comfort and promise
rising in the morning after a storm

only to last occasionally
before it again
begins to rain

“I wanna go outside….
in the rain.”
your rain
“…cause I…”
“it’s so crazy, it’s so crazy.”

your music drowns out my own existence sometimes
i need to write
my own song

©DaraMonifah
10/08/10

myPrayer

Oh Divine Father/Mother Creator
as we continue knowing of your strength, power and divine insight
in everything we do, everyone we communicate and pass time with,
every place that we journey to (both physically and figuratively)
may we stop to listen and feel your presence in everything we do
guide us and bless us with holistic prosperity
that we might ramember your sacred way
let us give thanks and be one with you every moment of our existence
Ase’

Cuff Linked.

You tell me I’m broken…
yet still wear me on,
your sleeve

Turning me to the side
this way and that way
Only to blind others
with my shine

Funny how you think
they don’t see…

The rust you stain me with…

(…From behind)

©DaraMonifah

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

If I had a dollar

If I had a dollar for every bullet punctured
I’d be filthy rich
with the blood, pain, confusion and hatred of my own
.people
what are we waiting on?
who are we waiting for?

BOOM!
Another youth gone
to the rage of metal and skin and bone colliding
with one swift movement
never erasable

for the fearful:
unlikely untraceable

so run…
run like the wind knows your secret

fly…
fly like the birds camouflage you into the clouds

hide…
hide in the scare of your own daily stare
the suspicion of your greeting response
the thoughtless cycle of your motionless presence

if I had a dollar for every bullet shot
I’d be a gun pusher

I lay in bed eyes wide open
wondering
knowing
fearing
eyes tearing
quietly
sharing my thoughts with the spirits in the air….

Hearing,
‘”Who watches the docks at night?”‘

©DaraMonifah

myLibation

As below, so is as above, around, within and throughout
As was from before yesterday, shall we bring forth that which is useful for today
Not from a place of specific religion, nor biased perspective, but simply of united, universal, and eternal ancestral spirit
Out of respect, reverence and remembrance to them all we say so be it with and of the words in the many languages of all our ancestors who tirelessly paved the way before us, “Ase’, Aho, Amen”

Love is Mute

Close your eyes and open up your heart
What do you see when your mind and soul aren’t apart?

Love is not a color, love is not a sound
But it is with love that we innerstand everything around

How can you enjoy what you eat if your taste is fermented by hate, fear and distrust?
How can you fully appreciate your life partners if your heart is filled with lust

RAmember through your senses the true meaning of as below so is as above
Like pure crystal light in your heart, the God in you sees only love

~DaraMonifah

Take Flight

In the morning, after night
From the pain and in the fight
Through the darkness and the light
Take Flight.

Though you’d rather go astray
Take the chance and find a way
You could make that change today
Take Flight.

When all you see is fear around
Listen inward for that guiding sound
Dig your roots deeper in the ground
And Take Flight.

©DaraMonifah

Take Flight
Through the Darknes and the Light