Truth from Eyes


The griot
spoke words
with a rhythm
that flowed as truth from eyes
three tears
and one dream
over the course
of 400 years of chained lies
Before the Zong Massacre
during the middle passage
I was
the Bakongo
the Igbo
the Mandé
the Wolof
the Akan
the Makua
and my soul hailed from the Niger Valley
I traveled
and traded goods along the Nile
the Senegal
the Casamance and the Assini
As he spoke,
this minister of time,
he recreated
my eternal history
reflecting on the pages and pages
of life
once removed from me
His words,
his wisdom,
traveled my every step;
I open my eyes
yet
see not the light
for I am still blind
by ancestor’s death
but I once was
the birthplace of civilization
the father
of science and mathematics
I was the beginning
of life semantics
I was
the world
before the shores of inhumanity
I am
the cycle that ends
and the knowledge of self
begins a new history

wow...just wow...

mig...really a nice write here, enjoyed this as much as any you have posted....

Thank you both . . . I appreciate, I mean I really really really appreciate the kind words.

VERY AWAKENING, and Inspiring,,COOL and GREAT POEM..

yes, very profound. You have a gift.

VERY powerful!