BUDDING

I am the son of the one before me
The grandfather of the one to come
I bear the name of my ancestors
With this I will appoint successors
So I live forever in my descendents

I am the grandchild of the grand womb
I kicking fetus to walk, the world to roam
I resemble the one that carried the spear
The running man that slayed the dear
My chest is hardened by the African sun

I am a people of present and past
I am both the desire and the goal
An image of fear a roar so near
I am the the one despised yet glorified
My skin is soiled with the toil of the soil

I am a beast with four eyes for foresight
A walking solution a prophet of my own life
I am a cry of villages the riot of cities
The aborted child that screams wild
I am the last straw you will find to clutch
That fine thread that left the camel sore

I am the stars the moon to shine
I am to the crime the law that binds
I am an electrified electrolyte
The suicidal rope that holds on tight
I am a weapon of mass destruction

I am my dream and hope....
So I can author what I think
Put to pen a life in a script
Act out my thoughts to the brink
So I am what I think.....

Bled out doubt so I walk on my red carpet
I am a star so you will see me on this planet
So a black star will shine out of a flag
And shall be seen at home and in the diaspora
And stand on his feet next to his mother, Ghana.