Dessie Bey

~Ralph Malakki Bolden

The Blackest History Ever

Before my memories of Black History

were seen through the eyes of captivity:

 

Our history starts back, way back;

before we were

liquid life crystalized on bones, and

¾ of the earth energized our zone.

 

In that circumference, we practiced ascension,

let me take this back to the first decision…

back when the third rock split from the light

93 million earth miles out of sight.

A gaseous atmosphere split 7 degrees.

from chaos to harmony,

land born from seas.

In mother Afrika – which we call Alkebulan

Our one-celled organ origin forging ahead

born and bred, from water to land fed.

Swim to crawl to walk to stalk

the night, to start the flight or

fight the cycle’s right.

 

But as we fought to live

something sought to give

us our last breath

so right from birth

we’re left to death.

And at our decomposing,

our soul is chose or chastened,

either lower sub-stations

or higher elevations.

Then flesh to bone back to carbon zones

the live ones breathe us in

we receive again the Essence.

This begins and end life’s lesson

the Alpha and Omega that I’m stressing is:

 

My memories of Black History

did not start through the eyes of captivity.

 

From the earliest emerging clans to

tribes that thrived and ....

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