Leap, spring, jump
The broom
Like our ancestors
Who brought us forth from the womb
Wishing, hoping, praying for the day
That the Lord would move in a mysterious way
And bless the children that they would conceive
To live in a world were they could strive, plan, achieve
For the life they endured was of brutality and hate
Progeny of Kings, Queens and world first great
People. My people
Open your eyes
For the enemy scheme is to dismantled and deprive
You and yours of family heirlooms
Gifted by the elder, brides and grooms
Leaping forward with hope
As they jump the broom
T.C
Feb. 29, 2024
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