A merged image of the sankofa symbol and the rising phoenix.
For flight
Preparing us
As pain, time, and growth pass us by
Phoenix Crouching…
there is only the sky
There is only the wind…
…settled
one with the dust
to the point of being
breaking me down
…ultimately
yet so comforting,
so discomforting
This burning
While seemingly separating us
keepin’ us constantly connected…
churning around and within
I feel the ocean
…fermented impurities
open from sweatin’
through my pores
I smell the earth
as I kneel, before rising
after I roll over
once my eyes have opened
sun light peeking in through my window
it is morning
we are mourning
the old we
as the new us
welcomes a new day
still feverish
only holy water will quench
this thirst that our bodies have longed for
ashes still falling from our wings
down still heavy with old habits
found under the tougher exterior
let us make pens of our feathers
so that we may write from our heat
of our pain and comforts
purple ink staining our lips and finger tips
as the conch shell is blown
Bird of royalty
remember from whence you came
as you rise above
all that those lower than yourself
don’t have the height to see
rise above the morose mentality
they don’t have the wisdom to let die
rise above
those who fear of your rising
and pull them up
so that we may all
those of us desiring
finally be set free
to fly
like a sankofa bird
in the sky
rising Majestikly
as we were meant to do
remember to keep moving forward
as you never forget to check back
on who and what was before you
BEcome the example you WISH you had
© DaraMonifah 02/28/2015
