Through the forest I have gone
I made a crown out of yellow flowers
I am Black royalty like my ancestors
I fall against a body of water
Running my hands through the waves
I am my Black ancestors who swam
Powerful, holy, and Black against the blue
The sun beats down on my back, we are
more alike than they ever taught us
I rest against the bank
In deep sleep I dream of freedom
I hear the drums beating again, and again
And when I wake, I dance
When I wake, I dance
Capitalism, grind culture tries to hold me down
strings and shackles around my ankles
But I do fear no more
I have the keys
I breathe
It smells like summer
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