Ancestor Source (2025)

The Poetry Haul—#artstackpoets

Ancestor Source (2025)

This is in response to The Poetry Haul Challenge on

ARTSTACK

:

Are you mad?

Bitch yes.

They take our voices for granted

Misuse our rights

And leave us for dead.

The celebration didn’t bring

Me happiness

No peace

You seem to forget my people

Was never free.

Stop acting like you want freedom

When you don’t see the very thing

Making me free

Can’t escape the voices of my ancestors

Apparently,

You can’t see.

Standing on my shoulders

Guiding my life with vultures

I’ve cried in the silo

Undertaking the process

Of the americkkan psycho.

A release of the proviso

Captivating this time zone.

Mad is an understatement.

I’ve been birthing my nation

Now I’m in hibernation

Gearing up for mindset segregation.

No longer marching

With feet that are aching

You watched me cry

I’m fearing

Creating

Peace

That only last for weeks.

Fuck peace

Cause you refuse to see me

You’re looking for peace

When my brothers ain’t free

Sisters denied peace

Frequently

But you want to use us for peace?

The only peace you’ll see

Comes from the sorcery

From down the street.

Read them,

Weep them,

But that ass is coming with me.

The war americkkka has started

Didn’t know about the war in the heavens.

You believe in God,

We believe in the Gods.

The ancestors QUEENDOM

Leading freedom.

Joining hands,

Killing demons.

White bloods

On my body,

The streets

Finally caught a body.

Ask me if I’m mad again,

And you’ll find out quickly

If I’m bout it.

Ancestor Source (2025)