She has come to me in a form unimaginable
small, quiet, premature,
she is old spirit song and ancestral mud
the color of butterscotch...
just as sweet when I kiss her face.
Smiles that bring me to tears...
I am weary from courtroom battles
in front of judge dredd.
Her mother sought negative dreams of a lover's past.
My daughter this EarthSeed in her unknowing
yet wise curiosity drives me to poetry and revolution.
I just want to sleep and fight to good fight,
the liberation monster has consumed me
I am happy in it's belly,
I realize my goal as an African
is complete destruction of the metal gods,
to return my daughter to the organic love,
pure, natural and full of peace.