A tribute to the known and unknown sisters that raised me....









She told me her worth
As if she didn’t recognize
That generations of kings had died
To lay down before her every step
Never in jest
That this queen had the…

Pride of Rosa…
Courage of Harriet…
Thirst of Sojourner…

Face of Eternity…

Yet blinded now,
Chasing the Capitol
As if the Hill gave a fuck about her
Knowing she could be bought
For twenty-forty on some corners
Where coroners
Guise themselves as johns
Waiting for her to go down

Six feet, even…

Leaving memories of Africa
Trapped in a bruised uterus
She looked at me as if to say
Brother are you new to this
new world order where
bitches and niggas are caught up
in this system that taught us
that our value lies in the papers

I said
with those lies
They can rape you
Of your divine right
To incite riots
In the minds of lost men
Because you were the god
Giving salvation
To brothers that knew you
Because through
We choose you as the

Origin of our Pride
Purpose of our Courage
Reason we Thirst

Eternity’s Beauty…

Peace to my queens...