Identity Form Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

We are trying to speak from our African thought
But ours is diluted with a white demonic voice
Ours is dominated
Ours is suppressed
Our is currently wasted like yesterday's food
It is not something we can feed from
It is something we need to free ourselves from
As we begin to fill this form
Fulfil this platform from where we stand
Do we understand the details about where we are from?
I'm are talking about our roots
Do we know the stem from which we sprung from?
Do we know that you and I are the leaves that fell
free from the same tree?
We used to reach for the sun
Receiving it's blessings as one
Stood up late listening to tales told from our elders
tongue and though we were young
We knew where the lamp post to lighten our dreams hung
Never forsaken in anyhow
Even though the vehicle to our future is forever shaking
We are still the sons and daughters of the same king
Me and you are one clan
I can never neglect you
My actions will forever reflect you
Like a mirror I stand before you
Not in comparison but in unison with you
I hope you see yourself in me as I see myself in you
I am what I think about the most
And so I rep my thoughts all around you
I just want to bring you home
The home of King Moshoeshoe, King Sekhukhune, King Shaka Zulu
The home of the brave
Though today we go against the grain
Our salvation lies dormant in the pockets of our brain
Tap, tap, tap, ignorance condemns the mind to a deep, deep sleep.
The mind needs an awakening
The story needs a beginning
Black people needs a healing
The oppressor loves his feeding
To his feet black people must keep kneeling
The appetite to attaining our freedom is appealing
The journey to a brighter future begins by visiting the past
A history lesson is a must
Black people have been wearing a musk
The time to un-musk and start accepting self is now

|Mufasa|