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An African Woman’s Creed May 16, 2010

Posted by journeywomanchi in Liberation Poems, Uncategorized.
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I know the power of my womb
As the meeting ground of the
Past and present blending –
Prepared to bring forward new life
on demand.

I know the strength of my love
to nurture more than warm beds
but to fuel the fight of our people.

I know the depth of my pain
that shoots from the base of
the spine to the crown of my head –
Constantly feeling every emotion of
the downtrodden,
ready to sing victory when we win.

I know the joy of forgiveness
that never holds on to sorrow
and refuses to play victim –
gently pushing the heart to expand
and the mind to remember
that all we suffer is
as a consequence of bondage.

I know the voice of my ancestors
that speak through me –
telling me to vision like Harriet
and to hold space like Sojourner.
Urging me to stand firm like Nzinga
and to strategize like Yaa Asantewa.
Teaching me to organize like the Aba women
and to push fist first like the Panthers.

I know the needs of my people
that plead with me to struggle
and join the ranks of those
worthy of being remembered.

I know my worth
as the only being capable
of fulfilling destiny
that Black life will continue on
in order to reclaim
voice, joy, depth, strength, power.


Solstice Rhyme for the Unborn Frees December 7, 2007

Posted by journeywomanchi in Liberation Poems.

Lifting up the
heavy load of
colonial domination
of my Afrikan mind,
I find myself free –
just the way I was born.

maintained in my position
as matriach –
this is the truth as
I know it.

I don’t sit no more
for many scores and years
have lapsed since
We last had a
paradigm shift
so with every talent
I have,
I remain upright
in order to uplift
to mimick the
earth’s plantonic drifts
Climates changing
is the primary reason for sharing

The gifts given.
Giving thanks to the heavens
by actively being
the remembrance I live –
the strength to keep
me working harder,
feeling braver
in balance
for I’m no messiah
just a healer
growing higher
in my power
My un-clocked over strides
are worth much more
than time and a half
because I do it for
the unborn frees –
the coming of the
blessed in breeze
is the prize that
my third eye sees
for a new generation to
one by one rise,
I elevate in vision
to describe
what is shown:
poetry in motion
is my home grown
recipe to becoming wise

Even admist the lies of
the military industrialized
(and other televised seductions)
I educate to translate
the truth hidden
between the line of
corporate sponsored
Experts endorsed statistics
to keep me in check –
but I’m free, didn’t you hear?
I got the foot
off my neck

Intellectualizing my rhythm –
I reinvent my rhyme
scholarly dissecting,
I’m learning to
translate my style

Documented citations
of the under-exposed
I re-echo their voice –
exercising my brain
so as to reach untapped
cerebral corridors

To improve insights
I use all my spiritual might –
leaping higher
to complete the ritual of
vision unblurring


Stirring and stirring
I’m calling
on new ancestors
for guidance
in this chosen role
as a liberation traffic
directing all back

Fannon and Diop
Nkrumah and Senghor
DuBoise and Biko
Zik – I call you!
Mamas Harriet and Truth
Fannie Lou, Rigoberta Menchu
I adore you!
From the living to the dead
Your heart works are my stead-
so I salute you.
Free as I am,
I’m indebted to our clan

So, on this truth I stand
tall like the Iroko tree
Living and being
for our unborn frees.