I am making my way
thru humanity for the last time
seeing shadow exists before me
knowing I hold the truth within
what they don't see is what they assume
all the petty small minds say
there is no heart of gold
to be found in black bodies
that we lynch and burn
out of Africa, they have claimed
our skin the radients of mocha
night screams sin
and they will continue to say,
we are better than them
I am better than no one but my self
to be sure this heart is genuine
coming from a long
line of fine peculiar folks
souls as vast as a mountain range
you could fall deep into the
crevice of their never
ending love for everything
who would even wounded
do anything opposed to oppression
untamed roaming wild and free