Legacy

TREASURES OF THE AFRICAN DIASPORA

BY ZAKIYYAH ALI

My/Our legacy is as dark and vast

As the great Milky Way

With all Universes attached

It is long, deep, as unexplored

As the darkest depth of the ocean waters

Forever as the pyramids and sphinx

My/Our legacy is that of

Countless millions of souls and spirits

Lost in the worldwide view of history

It runs like crude oil in the Earth

And flows stronger than the mightiest river

Like the grains of sand in the widest desert

It cannot be counted

My/Our legacy has no end

My/Our legacy will

Continue and continue and continue

Way into the future

Past all of our hopes and dreams

Failures, successes, life, death, birth, ups and downs

For Father Time and Mother Earth hold me tight

My/Our legacy is black, melanin-enriched

Reinforced by eons and eons of DNA

By way of Alkebulan, touching Kemet

Zanzibar, Zimbabwe, Great African Wall

Timbuktu, Dahomey, Carthage, Ku Mali

Niger, Benin, Axum, Nok culture, Chad, Sudan

Just saying

My/Our legacy grows and grows and flourishes

Like bright sunrays overtaking the night

Strong, awesome, sacred, of long endurance

Vibrant, electromagnetic, mystic, enlightened

Giving its all to the family, community, world, Universe

And beyond

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