Seek Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

Africa is mother Earths first born daughter
The first true martyr
who never truly died but lives on in the lives that harbor her bosom
In cold nights fire starters burn spirits
I wonder where it started
I mean even before the Muslims
Brought Islam
Seeds sowed on mount Zion
Tested in strength by day lights cruel heat
Soothed to sleep at night by the winds cold hymns
Whatever was born from her is the original kin
Fore Father unseen except in my own reflection
And in the faces of those I call brother sister father and mother
The pitter the patter of the drum
Reflects the anger of the gun
Unfortunately there is no pun to this joke
Although you must never lose hope
Chosen one
Only Son of I Am
Only one

My soul is my direct line to God
I guess as human beings
We spend our whole lives tryna tap into that line
It's only natural to seek this connection
Your born from divine hands but as we grow older
We tend to let go
It alone holds true meaning
When you eliminate feelings
Your compass points north seeking

Everything else,
where it be money or fame is only a distraction
There's points where you ask yourself 'how did this happen '
Moments you shouldn't been active
You were passive
Not realizing the significance of that one moment
Now it's just another tear drop lost in the ocean

Coastin of these margins I rhyme
Maybe I'll find a land were there's no time
Till then
Nothing to live for but the now
I binge on all the knowledge Ive found
Just so I can vomit on this piece of paper
But just when what I'm searching for has crowned
It changes form once again
It seems my feet are slower then this pen
Cause it never gets tired and can chase to no end
I see the elusive tail right before it disappears around another slow bend
I hold my breath and count to ten
Pedal to the medal
Here we go again





Young.



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