I feel de tempo
calling me
a riddim of resistance
echoing across our ancestry
a sound of defiance, in the distance.
Reaching for my spine,
demanding that I stand proud.
Speaking to me in rhyme,
verses, I understand now.
Each stanza, a ritual
with notes of struggle, infused.
The essence of our being is spiritual,
all religious dogma and coercion,
refused.
The meaning in the message
planted many yesterdays prior
Teeming with a lesson
from a voice well spent, yet
does not tire.
It says I am alive
It says this life
is worth it.
That I must do more
than just survive,
and live my life
with purpose.