**I'm not sure where this came from. I just went with what came. Hope you all enjoy. The Fabric of Life. The Flavor of Reality... In the background....bells chime. Hear the rhythm and casauly ask for the time. What is the time? What is the time? Time for the people of color to rise up and become the edifices of strength and responsibility that we should be. How is it that the descendants of Egyptian and Nubian Princes, Princess', Kings and Queens have lost our identities and the reason to be? How is it that our black men, once celebrated warriors, intellectuals, poets and artists are now violent, egotistical, worthless shells of former glory. Like a war torned country; desolate and uncomplete. Lacking and doused in defeat. Our black women, once the shining black pearls of an entire hemisphere, now reduced to sluttish, empty-headed, pimped diva's. No respect for themselves and they recieve no respect. Treated like pure sh....I'll shut my mouth! Its time to arise, Its time to embrace the history that our ancestors strove to write and story. A new sun has risen, and a new day peeps over the horizon; come bathe yourselves in the golden essence of rebirth and re-discovery. Come wear strength and pride like a double skin, while moving with the inbred grace and class we inherited from our ancient kin. We search for Africa. Many want to return to Africa, but how many of us realize that WE are Africa and if we want to save the dying history of our former nation, then we must first start by reclaiming the former us. Copyright 2004 "PropheticNsyght"