The Cotton Book: Cotton Gave You Power 2 (Lost Pages) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

word down as a descendant of more than a cottonpicker
going backwards to the tribes of West Afrika Akan and Ewe to be exact
and Cherokee here to be right on
i'm Lewis Latimer turned on
school i never joke around in
i might laugh a little with my nieces and likkle cousins
cause you know we peaceful people all about where we came from
no guns in hand
not even a knife
i proceed to teach em about the crops and the know how
so they too know about all the jarring techniques
i ignore the dumbfounded as they have family members who should be tending to em
as a mind of fact they do
sick of the colored madness
sick of the homosexuality fashion
sick of the stories which dragged on non-implied
i applied detox to my every spiritual move
sometimes i pickup those cotton pieces looking like puffed earbud pieces
pricked wrong on the epidermis to the fingers and thumbs you get stucked
geah that's your luck
a trickle of blood drop cropped up
mindset into gear as my people stand near me huddled righ
poised upright overlooking my field
untilled with breezes blowing
ugh
that cotton gave us power
and sow im bringing us back on strong with a dedication
people laugh about it all
and i ask them how much of percentage they clothing be
and how they skin feeling now
how dem toes be chilling
ears appealing
too many bullets to go on as if reading off my PowerPoint slides directly
to another potential investor
to be no longer unaccredited
more sophisticated
some call it game
although information systems hold information technology advance to fullfill hollow heads
cotton gave you power....