AD HOMINEM

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