Externally Wounded I was born wounded. We were born wounded. Bloody from oppression Lack of freedom to the womb Who are you that was born healthy? Foreign to the country Their country. The white country Field at the hands of ***** country. Take away kind Take away color The mentality of destruction. Country And I was created with ropes around my neck They already set aside my noose Renaming birth hell and hell heaven Because the afterlife seemed happier than here They must have known I would fight for justice I would fight for justice Believe in true knowledge different from education Their education, their country I was born. Behind Walking backward on hopes And looking away from faith Yes, they must have known our people would Create the strong Be the strong Despite our being Stripped Strapped Caged Beaten Born into misery on foreign kinds Now becoming foreign homes And culture lost in trips in boats Lost in trips on boats tamed by whips Whips that hit at the core of the soul Dehumanizing hope And rationalizing power and greed And destruction Willie lynch them Generational divides Between cultural misprints and misreads Power structures Left generations to die. Divided. And me. I was yet still born. Years later to soul cultivated By the blood of these people Our people My people And my birth was celebrated With another number In the army for freedom Already wounded by history Already slain by history Bloody still from oppression Discrimination I am ready to fight. With only my soul. Reading manuscripts of pass explorations on faith Within/against this unjust fairytale Of America’s dreams It’s creating my blueprint. I am attempting to regain dignity In our conception. Our presence. Our essence of being. There are no battle wounds on The battle field for these new Leaving behind Garvey Malcolm and Fannie For a pause A breathe, fresh air, cleansed By all our blood deaths, and past births scorn Fighting from wounds they have started But we have yet to finish. Understood/ We need to finish Open books Pens awaiting touch Paper, ink, awaiting history To be used to document this new battle The change in this country Formulated off greed and hatred Yet its came to be known for its Ability to keep everlasting dreams While culture and history Was stolen, thus depleted. So I rise. I am born to create infinites To believe in the limitless Based foundations on faith Positive yet realistic premises That all karma is not good: And they – These people Those people This place This country People- who act like these people And treat others like these (my) people - Stolen silence Karma is not always good and they Will have their share And the light will shine Reborn with my ancestors Rebirth of my future No more wounds. No more bloodshed No more misery. Just: Soul, purity, vision New world order-divine Truth, with faith in heart Hope in veins, knowledge in mind I write the future to claim Victory No more wounds. Change is in vision. Vision is clear. Practice is in action. Action is near.