Poetic Prose Of The Day- "Gods To Niggas" by @consciousskillz

God’s To Niggas

I reminisce about basking in the suns radiant rays on the Golden coast of African shores; me the original Asiatic black man, proud African, ascendant of the Moors. God’s we had dominion over everything as far as the eye could see and everything I saw was beautiful because it was a reflection of me.

Philosophy, the arts and science were born into existence through our divine lineage, while we built Kingdoms and nations other only dared to dream about or fantasize. They say they came to teach us, but how can you teach the already civilized and all wise? So they came with a plan that brought division, then destruction to our tribes as they made plans to divide up Africa and colonialize.

Like magic we were here one minute and then poof, gone the next. From being draped in the finest silks and linens, chillin on riverboat barges as they floated down the Nile, to being dropped on floating grave yards of purgatory, that dropped us off like garbage on the shores of this imperial hell. Forced to build this country on the small of our backs to the sound of whip cracks, while at home our way of life, our civilization fell.

Of our former selves today we are only a shell as our streets and intersections are filled with black on black insurrections boiling over from a pot of self hate making for a very sour confection. What’s worse, our tribal connections are quickly dying from a cancerous infection called ignorance

Street corner pharmacist chemically dispense genocidal death from block to block, door to door. Young girls lose their innocence from hearing it so much, now they think their names are bitch and hoe. Back then and even today they call us savages and we seem to play that part. Forgetting who we are, where we come from, our spiritual foundation and the knowledge that God and us are synonymous, never apart.

However it seems to me by the way we act they might be right, go figure. Nowadays the word God seems to be just a three letter word, maybe that’s why we can’t help but act like niggas, my how the might have fallen.

Conscious Elements
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