They Are Me



      by Jason Kendrick

          An inner-city Detroit kid
          Traveling hundreds of miles to
          find what some describe as destiny.

          For himself and perhaps his
          people. . . one day

          As the journey begins to what appears
          as inevitable dismay
          To fall, rise, fall again
          To always continue to walk the right way

          In an environment. . . as foreign to him
          As Russia is to the United States

          Advancing, with past visions. . . he goes

          I go

          I carry my spirit's ancestry
          with me eternally. They walk
          with me, protect me
          They are me, I feel their presence

          My rulers of the African continent

          Queen Amina of Zaria 1588-1589 A.D.
          Queen Makeda of Sheba 960 B.C.
          Pharaoh of Egypt Thutmouse III 1504-1450 B.C.
          King Manoa Kan Kan Mussa of Mali 1312-1337 A.D.

          They are me
          I feel their presence

          The ancestors truly responsible
          for Western Civilization
          They are me
          I feel their presence

          The bodies of deep ebony and eyes
          of fire who lay entrapped in a
          nautical craft of deterioration,
          depression, and disorientation
          They are me
          I feel their presence

          Those beaten, lynched, murdered,
          obliterated because of disbelief
          in Eurocentric ideals



          They are me I feel their presence



          To my brothers and sisters
          deleted from the pages of history
          to allow me to believe Europeans
          were responsible for the discovery
          of a land mass of alleged freedom,
          justice, inalienable rights, and
          equality. . .
          concepts which obviously
          exclude me

          All are me
          I feel their presence

          Attempting to attain these ideals
          . . . our civil rights. Rosa Parks,
          Malcolm X, Medgar Evers, a man
          called King, and the countless
          number of unknown heroes and
          heroines of the movement
          All are me
          I feel their presence

          The brothers and sisters of
          South Africa denied the right
          to be human beings because of
          pigmentation
          All are Me
          I feel their presence

          My father, my brother, and my son
          My mother, my sister, my daughter

          Trials and tribulations
          Tragedy and triumph
          Set me free
          Within myself
          For all are me
          I feel their presence


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