The Supreme

In the matriarchal society she reigns as Queen.

Deemed God by the people.

Consciousness rises to the heavens like the tip of the steeple,

of the highest Temple they built in her honor

gives birth to the fathers

that replant her seed

She's in need

of nothing

sun bows at her feet

breasts nurtures the babies

sits high on her seat.

Gives birth to the nations;

life to creation

gives souls permission

to come in fruition.

Speaks to the spirits

of the living and the passed

Alas!

She can turn plants into a mixture

that cures even death

feet conjures the predecessors

She is no less than God...

energy shines in her aura

they call her

The Great Mother

Warrior Queen held high.

She is infinite in essence

Angelic presence

encompasses all

within her Holy walls.

Omnipotent even when they shackled her feet

spilled the blood of her children

on the bedraggled streets

tolerant of the blasphemous

benevolent and just

plus

she causes the men to lust.

Encrusted with melanin

her womb proclaimed sacred

head held high, can see the souls with the naked

eye

Sun rise, just to greet her

needs nothing to complete her

but compliments a King.

gives life to all things

she is

the Black Woman

-Hatshepsut Amun Re

Strange Fruit

It's been a long time since the lyrics were written.
In the late 30's when it was normal for lives to be smitten
in the deep of the south, don't pass the borders.
When daughter's were raped
and it was just a thing
body's swinging from branches
in the warmth of the Spring
I think I'm tired
ole girl can't take no more
looking at strange fruit
the roots have been torn
Oh Lawd
they killing us,
out in the open
blood pouring so thick
like the pic-nic
nick picking
cotton don't grow here!
father's don't come here
tears feed the vegetation
and it's sad, they ignore the devastation
on stations and channels
TV programming
I'd be damned if my daughter falls victim
they damned
and to hell with them too
they scream Black Lives Matter
but I don't know if that's true
we throw cocktail bombs
at the white men wit batons
who cuff steal to our wrists
and if Hell's a fiery abyss
I'd like to be the one
who pushes them in!
Inside my sheets
I can't sleep
and it's pouring rain
trying to figure a way to conjure the spirits of the innocent slain
I know them by name
Treyvon, Eric, and Michael
Freddie Gray had the streets in flames
smoke caused the warriors to stifle
Tamir Rice was just a child
so was Aiyana Jones
got me stomping up spirits
to put back flesh on the bones
to avenge the death
then, rest in peace
no peace in the streets
just mothers in grief.
The taste ain't sweet
and the sight ain't cute
strange fruit
holds a bitter savour
waiting for a Savior
that looks like you!
No wonder he don't come thru
don't hear the cries
No justice no peace
no Apple pies
just old souls watching
the genocide of their children
we march in peace but the small riots
are all they're filming
we march in peace like we did
with Martin
no smarter than we were then
still singing the same songs
we blinded by the lie
running away from the same truth
the strange fruit boasting on the limbs
of the tree with no roots.

Hatshepsut Amun Re