Her name flows as rhythmically as her shifting currents
She is timeless
She cannot be defined
She cannot be confined
to a mere remnant of colonial conquest
She is rich
she is pure
her very body made up of light
The same light that that soaks up her fertile shores
and that spawns such abundance of life
vibrantly cheering her on from the depths of its soil
She is not some playground
for some dead British monarch
blood flows between her ripples
blood of the countless number of people
who heard her call first
they lived, played and worked
with her vibrant rhythm
life was played out with each passing current
This all ceased once the invaders came.
villages were destroyed
histories seemingly forgotten and erased
of a whole people (s)
yet she remembers
oh the times have changed
yet she has stayed the same in her strength
in her resilience
she had not forgotten
of who she is
of who we are
of where we shall go
Neglected
abandoned
by the savagery of modern times
yet she persists still
to love
freer and more justly than ever before
for she is not angry, only exhausted
she knows that she is loved
she knows no other than love
for that is her natural form
she loves us dearly
all of us
relatives of the land
but she refuses to be remembered
by being cursed with the name of a tyrant, and an oppressor
the very same tyrant who carelessly let his bloody burden be taken on
by her innocence
by her vulnerability
alas, do not confuse her love
her compassion
her openness
as weak
for she is anything but
all she asks is that
we remember her name.
About the Creator
Wyld Tha Bard
Poet, Lyricist,lover, spoken word artist, flower chyld. Art is our liberator. I create art to raise vibes and shift energy. Keep the good vibes rolling. I love you, may peace be with you.
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