ANCESTRAL COMMUNICATION

 

they say my root faux 

that all our practices are hoax 

but I feel it in my bones and marrows

the originality is in our songs and not their carols 

they speak to souls in whispers 

their voices clearer like crystals 

“we’ve laid the path for you to tread”

“have no fear, you are fortified and smeared”

beautiful incisions all over my soul 

markings of spirituality in my core for console 

my strength isn’t mine alone 

already built to sit on the throne 

they slumber not when I snore 

their fingers cleans sweats from my pore 

cuddling me for warm up 

I feel safest in the stirrup 

like ripples, their lips sends shivers 

my body goes alive in orchestrated quavers

they bare me up in their ancestral arms 

no place I seek comfort than their palms 

I am a product of their existence 

a prouder offspring in this insistence 

the dead are never truly dead in Africa 

they remain as guardian as that’s ethical  

@talk2leigh

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6:33pm

23 March 2025