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     Watastar Newbie Poster Username: Watastar Post Number: 15 Registered: 07-2004 Rating: N/A |
Ancestral Pain (unstructured song of grief, spreestyle [freestyle from my spirit]) I was brought To this foreign land They take me away from all I know Snatched my baby out of my hands Where is my baby? Where is my baby? Who could be as cruel as to take a mother away from her child And pray to their god all the while? I am old, Very very very old you know My soul hurt so bad I could not rest And so I came back Forward through her, because she is so much like me I share her spirit And one of her guides is who I be. I was a rebel Even through my worst beatings, I never took their words as true But they beat me bad Yes that's what they do My back aches It aches It aches It aches I escape, they catch me But I lay low and again I escape Help many others to escape But they catch me My back aches It aches It aches It aches from the years of suffering and pain My chilren, you have forgotten And so it is happening again Yeleyele My womb Yeleyeleyele It used to hold life. Used to hold life in my womb. Ye le ya ya They take my child Ye le wa yo And turn my womb into a tomb. Wa yoi mame le I hold my womb As I sing my song of grief Le le a wo yaya ya ya My child, they take my only child Chilren feel my grief My back it hurts Hurts so so bad Dem take me from all I know From all I ever had They steal my child way from me And then demand I nurse their alien white child at my breast My spirit is ANGRY! And I will see justice or I will see no rest They beat her Beat her so bad I feel it all in my back She is old, so old What being that called itself human would ever do that? It is all in my back, it is tight Sometimes it will not ease up until I dance or I write She is blind in one eye, it is the right She dances and she chants in a low, strong voice And she prefers to come through without lights She feels a pain that she does not want me to feel She wants it to guide me, But I cannot help the tears, for I know her pain is real I weep for her Ya le yo yaye I weep for her, yes I hold my belly and wail For many cannot rest ya yelo ya ya We can no longer afford to lie We can no longer afford to hide the truth We cannot heal ourselves And we cannot heal them unless we hear and tell the truth Tell the whole story Do not leave out parts or your spirit will be held accountable, yes Your life is not your own Better if you embrace the benevolent guides that cannot rest My belly, My belly Aye inna mi belly, me belly, me belly, me belly I weep for them Mus haffi wail fi dem I weep for them I wail for them I hold my belly And I weep and wail for them Most of that pain you feel is not really yours, you know It is not the just the accidents you were in Or the things you've been lifting, no We carry the weight We carry the weight And it only gets lighter as we do what it is our spirit guides us to do For our collective sake, Please Please Please Please tell yourselves and us the children what you really feel is true.  Those who feel must know. | ||
| A_womon "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: A_womon Post Number: 447 Registered: 05-2004 Rating: N/A |
Hey girl, where you at?? You kinda quiet... | ||
| Watastar Newbie Poster Username: Watastar Post Number: 20 Registered: 07-2004 Rating: N/A |
I am loving the breath of life and cherishing every hint of it.. ;-) |
