Sister Dream Weaver Sister to Sister I Salute Author Jacqueline Amos I salute the Queen for her armor, red black and green. Red the fire to carry the torch of revolution, black the dignity of thy ancestor, to pass the seed of resurrections, green the land of the rich, and the spirit which will never die, the blood of thy ancestors, that run through her veins. Televise the revolution my sister Dream Weaver, Let not the universe silence , the memory of thy ancestors. Blood that was shed, brother Malcolm X, Huey Newton, Medgar Evers, And many who have carried the cross , to break the chains of ignorance. There is much work to be done, the black women who have carried the scars. Of a tarnished memory , of what the black women stand for. Let thy eyes prevent the night , that your spoken words be herd, that you might meditate , in the hopes of a new revolution. Our brother Jesus Christ, fought for a revolution, that man shall open its eyes, that the paradise that God gives thee , shall not be claimed by satins demands. Jesus have returned, within a transformation of spirit, thy shall not be silence, The revolution shall be complete, until man no longer lives upon this earth. His hair was woolly and his skin was black, as a furnace, many shall return, Until the mission has been completed. His brothers turn there back on him. Jealousy the seventh deadly sin. Sister to Sister I salute, Our foots shall stand within thy gates, the treasure shall be restored , what God has command no man shall erase. Women have felt the pain of civilization, and the scars on her back. She continues to wear the blood in her hands. She cries no victim song. Sister Dream Weaver I salute. I sister as one cries no victim song. I will lift my hands upon the hills, There shall be help, Our help shall come from the lord. I sister to sister reclaim on this day, that soldiers of mothers, sisters, shall link together in the changing, of the universe,. I black mother the link , between the heavens and earth. The incubation of all Gods creations, the pain of the universe. Sister Weaver we shall not go under. There will be times when those, of black face turn there back upon you. Sisters shall no longer stand alone. A house divided shall not stand. Televise the revolution, the army of thy God. Through slavery to now, the black women have carried the torch, The milk and honey of the universe, the taste of blood. The warrior of her family tree, Dream weaver the black berry brandy Un cut of your ancestors dreams, our ancestors have transform within you. To make a dream complete. No justice no peace, take these words, And spread them until we reach every sister, to make Gods dream a reality. Beware of those who come in black face, a darkness that hides behind. And destruction to the dreams of our ancestors. Let peace be herd. Took the chains of my hands, Took the chains of my feet, never took the chains, off my mind. I rejoyce on this day, that we reclaim our family tree, I salute, I salute, I salute, No justice, no peace. I salute Sister Sojourn, Sister Tubman, all the faceless black women for change, and lets not for get our brothers who have sheded there blood. On this day my sister I salute.