AIN’T KNOW WALLS TO HARBOR THE PAIN Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain, Have I not been bound in chains? Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain Have I stood at the crossing to bare? The pain, for who so ever break the link Shall we both smother upon the clad brace? Chains Have I not felt the sender, the burning Chains that brewed the slave master, Raping me of my dignity, but I stood Tall as woman, I shall die as women Ain’t know walls to sheaf the pain; Where there is dust, there shall be ashes Where there’s death, there shall be grieving Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain Have I not felt the ashes, and sender? As thee my king, the same that once till dawn In the holocaust of my breed, the same that once till dawn I carried the load of an un civilized summary Ain’t know doors to sheaf the pain. Have I not felt the pain of you my brother? Have I not cried the same song? Have I not watch my babies Descended in this holocaust call revivals? Ain’t know doors to sheaf the pain So now the walls close in Seeking for shelter to heal Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain And somewhere there is dust Deep in de’ heart, if I can wipe away I give unto thee in my blood Ain’t know walls to shelter the pain And I lie far and below, hoping That our walls embrace, to Bring closure of this pain, my tomb Is awaiting the spirit to close Joining as one, the strength Shall widen the walls; And I lye upon the Nile, from de’ Slavery cost, and where it was the Plantation closed, for we must Embrace and reached beyond The ivory cost, and let thy heart Heal each other close And there is was the ship went down Drums of the death song But yet I swam upon the sea And broke the chains upon my feet And carried my babies far and above The seed of my nations, I raised upon my head Ain’t know walls to close I am you and you are me The pain that lives within Ain’t know walls to close. My fate was to drown My fate was to cry My fate was to die My bounty life rise Ain’t know walls to close the door. During the duration of ancestors, through the mighty pen, the ancestors wrote about the life as a slave, it is un fortunate that we as a people Continue to sing the same songs. Through time we continue to accept the negative fertilities of wanting to be slaves, nevertheless freedom has already been given through God, such a catastrophe we continue to teach our children, that they are less than a people, by feeding them with toxins, that they shall continue to fight for freedom, freedom was Came with the proclamation of life, pain that continues to flow threw the blood stream, assist to human mental suicide, views of who and what is the black man. Nevertheless, our ancestors felt the crack of the whip, they continue to write the words of freedom and fought that man would no longer, emancipate the theory of them being slaves, Harriet Tubman, Soldier Truth, Phyllis Wheatley, poems in which they continued to up lift the Negro’s in a time of slavery, bitterly pleads for freedom from slavery. Almighty power of the pen, victory of the spoken words, Spirituality, the blue print of survival, believing in one God, poetry was for the cause of abolition and freedom, a will to live, under all odds, dignity without cowardly conformity, poetry was dedicated to slavery and its abominable practices and abuse.