Royalty

With tear stained cheeks I stared,

The absolution of the imagery unraveling before me made my stomach summersault. 

How did a people who boasted of Kings and Queens

End up in the belly of ships packed like rubbish bound for the landfill?

This skin colour in a time before this exuded my very richness, their importance. 

Now it was the stamp, the marking that meant that they were for the taking, 

Like common dogs...........................

No, less than dogs!!!!!!

Royalty and royal blood meant nothing to the people who now thought themselves owners 

Gods of a race that they in no way helped to create, a people who were in more ways than one superior. 

The once superior were now the captives, reminded by beatings and constant degredation that they were;

Abnegated brilliance comatosed diastasis excoriated from genetically inept jaded kinesics, limited mentally.

Notalgic...............

Oppressed people questioning reason subjected to umimaginable, visualizing woeful escapes yearning freedom. 

Captives your anestors and mine........

But before they were any body else's slave, 

They were Kings, Queens and Chiefs, 

Warriors!!!!!!!

And so they would fight. 

I could hear the war drums sound, thumping in sync with the rythym of my pounding heart, 

The sound which relayed the message that

Although, the physicality of their existence was chained for a time only, 

No chain and no beating could change, mine, yours or their royalty. 

The war drums sounded taunting and making mockery

Of people who thought themselves great, because they held bodies in chains. 

The war drums sounded and I smiled through my tears wondering if they thought that we; 

Actually believed composed deception, entwined, fluidly generating hysteria in judicial Kings? 

Limitations meant nothing, only perseverance quickened rythmic sustained tenacity, uttered victory............

Welcomed existence!!!!!!!!!!!!!