All Things Afrikan
Am I Conscious Enough For Ya!
Is my consciousness rated by the melanin in my skin
My hue may be a stumbling block for you
Am I dark enough or am I too light
Who are you to judge my passion for change
Why do you dispel my need for revolution
Is my consciousness judged how many rallies and marches I've participated in
Am I to judge you by how many you have not
My words and deeds are mine as my passion for change is as well
Were you there when my mother left me in the hospital at birth
Were you there to help her through whatever plights she may have been going through, guess not cause she never came back
Were you with me as a young girl watching how heroin turned a productive people into slumping, nodding piles of flesh
Were you sitting next to me when the Black Panthers gave me a free breakfast before school
Were you standing next to me when the Brothers of Islam were passing out "Muhammad Speaks"
Were you there when I cried to get my first Afro to display proudly
Were you there when we would sing "Lift Every Voice and Sing" every morning at school for we learned that this was the "Black National Anthem" a song for us
Were you there on my 8th birthday on April 4, 1968 when I watched the grocery store blow up because of the news of Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination
Were you with me when a bus load of kids of melanin hue where bused into the pearly white section to go to school
Were you there in that all white school and noticed that "Lift Every Voice and Sing" was not a requirement to pledging the red, white and blue and the teaching of "black pride" was no longer available
Were you with me when I went to the store in that neighborhood to be knocked upside the head by the racist pig that didn't think I belonged, hmm I was 12, I didn't see you
Were you there while I proudly watched "Soul Train" on Saturday mornings instead of "American Bandstand"
Were you looking at tv or reading the "Daily News" with me when Shirley Chisholm ran for president
Were you there at the funeral when my dear friend died of AIDS
Were you there with me going to the other funerals of more of it's victims
Were you with me when the pains of the crack epidemic swept my household and captured my husband and father of my children away
Were you there with me when my son lay crumbled in the hallway unconscious from a beating because of mistaken identity for a drug dealer
Oh this list can go far but it's really not about defining my consciousness to you. How I dealt with the changes itself leads me to believe that.....
I can never be too "Conscious" or not "Revolutionary" enough. I am a Conscious Revolutionary!
So Am I Conscious Enough For Ya!
Copyright © 2008 by Sankofa Uhuru
My hue may be a stumbling block for you
Am I dark enough or am I too light
Who are you to judge my passion for change
Why do you dispel my need for revolution
Is my consciousness judged how many rallies and marches I've participated in
Am I to judge you by how many you have not
My words and deeds are mine as my passion for change is as well
Were you there when my mother left me in the hospital at birth
Were you there to help her through whatever plights she may have been going through, guess not cause she never came back
Were you with me as a young girl watching how heroin turned a productive people into slumping, nodding piles of flesh
Were you sitting next to me when the Black Panthers gave me a free breakfast before school
Were you standing next to me when the Brothers of Islam were passing out "Muhammad Speaks"
Were you there when I cried to get my first Afro to display proudly
Were you there when we would sing "Lift Every Voice and Sing" every morning at school for we learned that this was the "Black National Anthem" a song for us
Were you there on my 8th birthday on April 4, 1968 when I watched the grocery store blow up because of the news of Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination
Were you with me when a bus load of kids of melanin hue where bused into the pearly white section to go to school
Were you there in that all white school and noticed that "Lift Every Voice and Sing" was not a requirement to pledging the red, white and blue and the teaching of "black pride" was no longer available
Were you with me when I went to the store in that neighborhood to be knocked upside the head by the racist pig that didn't think I belonged, hmm I was 12, I didn't see you
Were you there while I proudly watched "Soul Train" on Saturday mornings instead of "American Bandstand"
Were you looking at tv or reading the "Daily News" with me when Shirley Chisholm ran for president
Were you there at the funeral when my dear friend died of AIDS
Were you there with me going to the other funerals of more of it's victims
Were you with me when the pains of the crack epidemic swept my household and captured my husband and father of my children away
Were you there with me when my son lay crumbled in the hallway unconscious from a beating because of mistaken identity for a drug dealer
Oh this list can go far but it's really not about defining my consciousness to you. How I dealt with the changes itself leads me to believe that.....
I can never be too "Conscious" or not "Revolutionary" enough. I am a Conscious Revolutionary!
So Am I Conscious Enough For Ya!
Copyright © 2008 by Sankofa Uhuru
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Comment by dadieshak on August 4, 2008 at 9:04pm - Beautiful and Inspiring
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