Soul
My body moves in waves
My mind sways to the belting voice
That calls my people-my blood-thugs.
He caresses my brown, kinky locs,
Then grips them with his oppressive hands.
He yanks me to my knees to shackle me once more.
But I rise up to the Man.
My hands shake with the anger of my ancestors,
The future of my predecessors.
I will break the chains.
I will break the shackles of stereotypes.
I reach to the heavens,
I call upon my own.
And together.
We rise.
We strengthen.
And we break.
© Liyah Lee
My mind sways to the belting voice
That calls my people-my blood-thugs.
He caresses my brown, kinky locs,
Then grips them with his oppressive hands.
He yanks me to my knees to shackle me once more.
But I rise up to the Man.
My hands shake with the anger of my ancestors,
The future of my predecessors.
I will break the chains.
I will break the shackles of stereotypes.
I reach to the heavens,
I call upon my own.
And together.
We rise.
We strengthen.
And we break.
© Liyah Lee