Journey Of, The Diasporian Souls Poem by Akili Amina

The seeds of Sub-Saharan descendants
Globe heavy in weight, their percentage, great
Continent African, population ascendant
Sewn, seeds are strewn. God’s hand he blast. He spate.

Spreading their origins, across his globe
Sending those, the Diasporian souls
Spirits of migration, are children of, Job
Ship’s belly they rode. Cargo list: Black Gold

Middle passing, through our growth transition
Ancestors wailing, they pray, in all tongues
Those in search of their God’s, acquisition
Pass amazement on to those next. The young.

They hold their heads up, as they walk or stroll
Journey of, The Diasporian Souls