The Children of Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors

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A sense of pride...

Submitted: November 17, 2009

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We are the children of Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors

We are unique, sensuous, elegant, intelligent regal people

We shine, sparkle, & illuminate the night

like precious stones & gems of all shades and hues of black sand



We were born of Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors

We've died by the sword, guns & the swing of a hangman's rope

We stand proud, defiant in our essence of spirit & grace



We were taken from the wilds of Mother Africa,

battled for our native lands

the beauty of the Islands ripped from our ancestors hands



We are the sons & daughters of

Emperor, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors



We stalk with stealth of the great jungle cats

We run with elegance & loyalty of the great wolf packs

We stand with the regal bearing of wild stallions



The Greart Spirits, Gods, Our Fathers

bestowed upon us the strength of perseverance in adversity

The beauty and prismatic colors of the rainbow



So I ask, do you know

You are the sons & daughters of

Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribals Warriors

and I say--

What shall you tell your sons & daughters?



We with our plump, thin, full, sexy lips

curves & sway of wide, thin, sensuous hips

nappy, kinky, curly, wavy, straight hair

large, wide, linear, aristocratic noses

high cheek bones, strong chins

&

beautifully colored black, brown, bronze, pale yellow skin



{Somebody Amen}



We exude rhythm with grace

We slide & groove to jungle beats

We are admired & envied for the smooth movements of our eloquent

dancing feet



Can you hear it ?

The sound of the native drums speaking, whispering, calling to our lost daughters & sons

Listen!I say

I say again, do you know ?



We are a unique & integrated people

of

many cultures, religions & races

with

beautiful black, browns, bronze & pale yellow faces

We are all Our Father's children, Gods, The Great Spirits



The children of our Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors

Remember to go tell your sons & daughters

to respects each other, love one another

Remember the Struggle of those before & that which is yet realized

We are the children of Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors

We are one people with The Great Spirits, Gods, Our Father



The children of Emperors, Kings, Queens, Chiefs & Tribal Warriors


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