JOURNEY, JARREAU

Not just an Ancestor,

Not just a name.

YOU ARE THE MAGIC, AND THE PASSION

OF THE DAY, MAMA.

Not just my grandmother,

You are a Queen;

You took the reins, and you saved yourself

From history.

SHE WAS THE POWER,

MY MOTHER, SHE’S THE MAGE.

She was a Goddess,

Not a product of the age.

British Honduras

Had its hands around her throat.

She hopped the coast,

She copped a boat,

And sailed away into the Gulf.

SHE WAS A WOMAN

ON A HOLY MISSION,

NOT A VICTIM.

YOU THINK A LADY WITH

THE MIND TO MOVE WAS PLAYING GAMES?

SHE PASSED A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

THROUGH THE CENTURY,

BEFORE MY MAMA’S

MAMA’S FATHER

DROPPED IT ONTO ME.

She changed

The image

Of her lineage,

With a split-decision.

That’s why I’m on this journey-

That’s why my blood is hot.

From the jungle, from the arctic, from the darkness,

This is all of me.

I’m not just what you tell me,

I’m living history;

I got my Mama’s

Mama’s Daddy’s

Mama’s Mama

Moving me.

 

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