The Ancestral Call
Colonization has no power over the wisdom of my ancestors; it is now my time to be the woman my people dreamed me to be - a woman with integrity and passion to embrace who I am and where I come from.
I come from a land
Claimed by man.
A land where life begins,
A place where joys lives-
A Paradise.
A Paradise?
It seems that way, does it?
Well it’s time to shatter the rose-colored lens.
The reality is,
I come from a land,
Claimed by man.
A land of hardship and corruption.
A land where I was born wild but then caged by social construction!
A land where I am told that I cannot wear my hair in an Afro because "It’s a distraction".
No! Your bitterness is not welcomed.
My hair is spirited and free to do as she wishes,
She grows like a sunflower towards the sun,
But when the harvest comes – I'm the first to go.
I may fall, but my resilient roots will help me to rise.
My roots continue to live in the Mother soil,
I will not be eradicated from her grasp.
I will not wither.
You will not consume my home.
No more.
About the Creator
Lolo
Aspiring to inspire.
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