They cull
the constellations
from your core
Druming delicious decibels
that wrap your feet in rhythm
Knitt warm notes to clothe
our musical beings
Fame framed, starry sights
Magic with a memory
of ancient civilizations
with superb storytelling stature
As calming as chicken soup
but they add harm in them
They mix poison
into their medicine
Crushing agendas
to endanger us
to erase us
Yes their elixirs look soulful
but they added harm in them
Have you believing
that you
were born in sin
born to sin,
the fatherless son of sin,
you motherless womb of sin
What ancestors?
There is no sage
in your lineage
No healers
just dealers
No healers
just hookers
No God Kings
just crooks and King Pins
No God Queens
just ghetto Shabeen Queens
Ad hominem
They cull
the cosmology
from your skull
Edify you with emptiness
removing the syllables
from every symbol
They write a ream of rules
to incarcerate your right to rule
Ad hominem
They feed you the famine
of your feminity
and frame it in fragility
Have you forgetting the fury
that ate defeat alive from your frame
on battlefields that their
battillions dare not dream of
They have cut the silver chord
That connected your form to
the Chrystal Crescent
Tattoing the descent
from your devine femininity
They flooded the floor of your
Fruitful forest with enmity for him
So that your own being malnourishes him
Though he is to you
what your left hand is to your right hand
Why are you so eager to fulfill their demand?
Though his being was worded in your womb
Ad hominem
They muzzled the marvel of your masculinity
minting your ore in intricate inferiority
Caging the galaxies of your creativity in 3
Never allowing you to season 4
Or vibe a 5
Or an emergence to 6
Never affording you the splendor of 7
The poverty of palaces
King of Khemet shackled by a vile vinyard of vices, voiceless
All you hear is
Anger is man
Injustice is man
Violence is man
Broke is man
And since all ugly is man
Why would you man?
If all that man can
Is brutally bruise breathing breaths
between battering beatings, blungeon blossoms beautifully borne
to nurture nations and aspirations.
But for a moment you lift your gaze
From the shards of broken man
You will see plainly that
You live a death to your divine masculinity
Hidden to you is the heaven of your throne
And all that you know is
Your on your own
Ad Hominem
Our serene society
was never a contest between
patriarchy and matriarchy
It was a ma'at-thematical harmony
Equated by a cosmological cadance
cultivated in our collective conscious
That is constantly excavated, mined from our minds by shape-shifting colonialism
Ad Hominem
You! are not dysfunctional by design
They brew convoluted concoctions
long before your conception
These Tricknologists tile
triggers on your time line
to trapp you in tonnes of trauma
that riddle you, rendering
your regal roar
Unrecognizable!
Delusions dictated by the devil
Ad Hominem
There is harm from them
There's Harm in them
But in every budding breath lies burried
Religious Recitations of Rebirth
for you to re-sight reality
in every new moon
Release radiating with real ease
For you to re-right what you Re-lease
in every full moon
Awaken to the treasuries within
Oceans of healing
Skies soaked in serenity
Flames flowing infinitely
Ululating transcendence
To coronate you
O Crownless Queen
To coronate you
O Crownless King
Harvest the You in you
So that the real eyes in you
start to sea that
The harm in them only harms them
Camillo Mubarak 23 June 2020
