The blood shed for the liberation of my mothers and fathers flows through my veins. The strength of God that carried them across lands and waters to come to this country exists in me. No matter where you are from, never forget your heritage. Love your heritage. Honor your heritage. Do not be ashamed of your heritage. We are one race of many beautiful, different faces and backgrounds. 

 

 

I cannot sing, I cannot dance 

But I can use my words to change my world when I am offered the chance.

I am weak, but my lips are strong,

I cannot sing, but these words are my song.

 

Let these tuneless lyrics liberate me, 

Just as fallen blood liberated those who came before me.

Let these words elevate me to a place where I

Am not so afraid of who I am fighting, but moreso excited about what I am writing.

*My pen will strike like lightning.

 

And With my sword, I deject evil from my lips,

With my sword, I purge sin from slashes on my wrists 

 

I, speak up for the child whose voice is on mute

Because I know how powerless it is when that child is you,

I, speak up for the child whose voice is on mute 

Because her words could be beautiful. Her lips can bring truth. 

 

And for this truth I will fight, I will carry on the war,

That began in the streets of Ethiopia,

generations before 

The same cause, with a different battleground

Let the people rejoice, let our nations resound!

For the lives their children have made,

For lives lost, now found

 

With my sword, I deject evil from my lips. 

With my sword, I purge sin from slashes on my wrists

 

And I bleed the same blood that fell in my name

Decades ago in a far away place.

They fought, and they cried, and they fell to a sword 

Much different than mine, but in the same war.

For a voice, for freedom, for equality,

Fighting with bare hands for the right to a fair chance. 

For these songs to be sung

For all that is now won. 

 

Death that gave life. A tale old as time.

Repeating itself, almost like rhyme.

 

Now with my life, hands, and lips, I honor those who fell to oppression's whip

To compensate, myself I must elevate through the sins I eradicate

Put them on paper, stamped and sent back to the Devil's gates. 

 

Tell that bully that my heart is "No place for hate". 

 

Backs straight, eyes forward,

Be brave moving toward a, new world order

Where kings and queens like you and me 

Spend each and every hour mapping meticulously, the strategy for our invisible cavalry. 

 

A war is being fought, though it may not be seen,

It is heard, and with my words, I will fight.