Dancing with the Ancestors

By K. Lynn Pitts

My eyes seek the horizon

Searching for glimpses of the familiar

Searching for the Motherland that has been denied me

Vibrant colors into my past

Running toward jagged cliffs, running from the pain and suffering

Our hidden sins, lazy shuffling niggas, uneducated, unwelcomed

Sterotypical involuntary comedies that we put on for the Massa

Need I remind you that our ancestors fought and died for

Freedom

Need I remind you that our environment of today is our own doing

Plunge me into the deep pure blue

Swimming through the life waters

Baptism

Swirling, pulling me to the shores..

Hands reaching, breaking free

Waves and waves of beautiful African faces

Enveloping the globe, from the hidden swamps  of the South, to the mysteries of Haiti, Cuba and the Islands

to our beginningsof faraway places of the Congo and Egypt, sailing down the Nile

the curtain parted to a celebration

Enter into my heaven

Meeting my ancestors

Dancing

Eternal..

Free