These are just a few lines from different parts of a new poem I am working on. I will post the comleted piece in the critiques section as soon as i finish it up. Just looking for some feed back and thoughts on if the family is feeling it. "in the breaking waves i hear whispers, whispers of my ancestors" ..."and though perrched on the shore of the caribbean sea afrika is a part of me deeply consciously spiritually eternally. morbid though it be it holds a certain comfort for me knowing that im never alone by the atlantic sea"... "...whispers turn to screams the ancestors cry out afrika cries out her children stolen her womb left barren..." "...you may think its in my head because you dont know about spiritual continuity so to you my ancestors are dead but no, there is more my ancestors are stored in me ancestral knowledge and power make up my core it flows through in my blood and is written from bone to bone and when the waves break my ears become a rosetta stone translating what was (hidden) internal into english - silently (internally/mentally) audible tuning me into knowledge ancestral spiritual power eternal selah."