I Am...By Jack Miller
I Am... By Jack Miller
Rugged and old , tough soul I am
streaming up the Mississippi and the
Niger that bends and curves,
where Planters never defend
this soul...
nor any amends from their human
flaws.
I am Savannah, I produced rice, indigo,
tobacco and king cotton...
4 my traffic Czar at the Southeast coast,
of dirt, filth and rotten.
Afflicted with acts of sin and evil,
harvesting rice and cotton crops as blood spills.
I Am...
Rugged and cold, bitter soul I am
my ancestors tolled soil under
Hacienda's burning son to grow,
Brazil's sweet savory sugar for exporting
of capital gains across the Pond!
I am Favela-Guarani indigenous...
Rugged and bold, uprising soul I am
Dread Ras Scott I (eye) of the
fighting Maroons... living up and off
land in Caribbean hills, resisting
left whip and broken chains amid
whirlwind typhoons.
Alongside Tainos with Africans that
cultivated Maroon communities,
while battling many freedom wars,
against British settlers...
I Am
Rugged and gold, shining soul I am,
King Mansa Musa Ruler of the
Mali Empire, controlling trade networks
of wealth in salt, bondage and gold...
Trafficking across the Trans-Saharan with
a thousand servants and slaves by the
way of sand-storms...
Mandinka our neighbor changed our fate,
altering our rule at kingdom's gate.
I Am
Rugged with cross on the labor line,
I speak to Memphis workers striking a
blow and toll for
humane work-place conditions and
higher wages and benefits.
Atop Mount Kilimanjaro peaks, I
never sleep while Memphis J. Crow
is full of stages, villains and creeps
I am...that I am,
our many righteous souls... I am.
Mjack 10/2023...
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