PAINTING

I mind treading on a horse high
Born of ink spilled in moons ancient
To sight vexed by carnal scrolls

On I shoulder is the weight of
Dreams hatched when tears
Were born
I an offspring of vessels that roamed
Shorelines of Ethiopia
Gloried with bloodlines that run
Through song lines screaming through
Raw flute tunes and drum beats

By shore flames where all
Knowledge started I search
Gazing into realms touched by
Hands crippled

I follow in the walks of pirates
And once slaves, all a people of
This vast land

I share in the simple
Sophisticated nature of my
Diverse culture

I share in the strength of
Struggling children crawling
Through beautiful Africa

I laugh with all black people who
Are still afflicted through corrupt
Systems in the world

I share in the ideology of local
Farmers ripped off

I share in knowledge suckled
Through breasts and bottles
Imported
Of seasons dry and rainy i
Survive, like my ancestors who
Were hunters, I am one with
The earth and forests green

I am but a witness to the three
Stars a prophesy given to I while
My knees were talking

I am invisible to the one I heart
For her eyes worship mans
Falling glory
Yet I glory in realms far beyond
Her control
Far beyond her knowledge carnal

I am just an artiste painting
Destiny’s next bus stop
Like my heavenly Father, I paint
With words