Bacuri Butter Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

first remember where you been
and who you met
and what went down
and how much you built and amended
when awakening in the flesh
which been resting better than the last times
depends on what you fed the flesh
the young heartbeat of your inner suprastar
like a mine you got workers moving wheelbarrows of toxins out the system
exhaling toxins
execreting toxins
circulate those same toxins out
you got a good fan and an outside opening to
a fresher mode of flow
leaves and roots love what you owe
to include young Seedlings who be on the go
educate they brains while they grow of change
always checking in as geometry bends
the learning curve
minus the absurd
out-of-bounds to see
objectivity
subject yourself as truer indeed
watch your signs and mind your speed
above so below on the lined paper i wrote
then I drew
a logographic few
martial arts of characters anew
clearing a new path as an avenue
tact to the center
then sweep down
step over the obstacle
continue the path
leave death sleep
dismissing they wrath
mathematical per angle
the form is rite
the culture prevails
the teaching of peace be like Ethiopia with sails
ain't no stacking in with no arms up
just all mindset power with your guard up
from thon to thon a must
no matter how you feel
best'tah false motivate self until courage reappears
make that bed tight
knock dem sets out
check your moves still
know what time it is from here to Brazil
as time zones change
the Stock Market Exchange
build an Empire to survive
and always remember you was born to be wanted dead or alive...(switch)


"my Rites of Passage into an Ancestor include making myself into artifacts as the brilliantly cut gemstone I am buried now tell me what you discovered since you are on the hunt for me and not yourself? I must be Great just like my Ancestors and Elders who keep up the traditions like we suppose too.... "