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In the Belly of the Beast
written by: Benu Ra Hetep
SEE ME,HEAR ME, TOUCH ME, FEEL ME, LOOK AT ME
SEE MY SOUL AS IT RISES LIKE THE PHOENIX
FROM THE ASHES OF THE DEEP,DARK, BELLY OF THE BEAST OF ANONIMITY, ON THE MENDING
ASCENDING.., ASCENDING.., ASCENDING
AND THOUGH, UNLIKE MY ANCESTORS IT EXHIBITS NO SCAR
IT TOO HAS BEEN WOUNDED BY THE BUSINESS OF ENSLAVEMENT, WOUNDS MORE SEVERE BY FAR
FOR LIKE THE WHIP, THE SAME THAT ETCHED ITS TREE ON MY FOREFATHERS' BACKS
THE PECULIAR INSTITUTION HAS TOO LEFT ITS TRACKS
ROOTED DEEP WITHIN MY PSYCHE
WHERE MORE THAN LIKELY
OF IT'S ACRID NECTAR I WOULD DRINK
ALTERNATIVES TO BECOMING EXTINCT
AND IN FERTILE SEASONS WHEN IT BORE
I NURTURED ON IT'S BLOSSOMS UNTIL WHO I WAS WOULD BE NO MORE
HEAVY IS THE COST
FOR NOW ALONE AND LOST
I WANDER ENDLESS GHETTOS OF INVISIBILITY
IN THE DEEP DARK BELLY OF A BEAST THAT SEEKS TO HIDE MYSELF FROM ME
SEARCHING, SEEKING DESPARATELY
FOR ANYTHING THAT I MAY SEE
OF ANY LITTLE PART OF ME
OF ORGIN
OF NEXT OF KIN
THE SLIGHTEST GLYPH THAT BEARS A NAME
OF WHERE OR WHAT OR WHOM I CAME
AND AS I FORAGE PRIMAL DARKNESS IF I SLIP
MERCY MASTER, STAY THY WHIP
MY ERRANT SOUL CONFESS
IT SUFFERS MORE
FROM NAMELESS SORE
THAN FROM CAUSING YOU DISTRESS
THE VIOLENCE THAT MAY FLARE
TO MY MIND PALES WHEN I COMPARE
THE VIOLENCE OF ENSLAVEMENT'S CHAIN
ONCE WRAPPED ABOUT MY FEET
THE VIOLENT SCARS THAT STILL REMAIN
FOR ITS REMNANTS THAT ERASED MY NAME
DEMEAN ME AND TRY TO SHACKLE MY BRAIN
AS I STRUGGLE TO COMPETE
IT VIOLATES MY SELF-ESTEEM
AND BID ME SLEEP IN STERILE DREAM
WHILE IT HOLDS ME HIGH FOR ALL TO SEE
THAT I'M STILL CHATTEL, STILL PROPERTY
AND WITH NO APOLOGIES FOR ITS CRIME
ITS SENTENCE IS I DO HARD TIME
AS IT HOLDS STEADFAST TO ITS CLAIM
I HAVE NO ONE BUT MYSELF TO BLAME
I STAY STIFLED IN ITS BRIEF
AND SINCE I FIND IN VENGEANCE NO RELIEF
SO LITTLE IS THE HAVOC I MAY WREAK
BUT FEAR NOT, TAKE HEART FOR IT'S NOT YOU THAT I SEEK
IN DOING ALL THAT I CAN
TO FIND THE WHO THAT I AM
TO BE THE ALL THAT I CAN BE
SEE ME, HEAR ME, TOUCH ME, FEEL ME, LOOK AT ME
SEE MY SOULD AS IT RISES LIKE THE PHOENIX
FROM THE ASHES OF THE DEEP, DARK, BELLY OF THE BEAST OF ANONIMITY ON THE MENDING
ACENDING.., ASCENDING.., ASSCNDING
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