kagablog

i’m raising you to wake up and take a ride on
the universe
be a beam of soul/sound/energy
Create my child like you the created,
learn the language of moulding
seeds into fruitful beings
I’m raising you so you too can raise me
Infant of my skin

Teach me lessons about the two of us we’re yet to learn
and believe me child, some of the roads i know can save your soul
so listen up child

i’m raising you to wake up
and be yourself or don’t wake at all
life is not for the feeble
stand ready for teachings of time
and only life alone can extend her long arms to give you
riches i can never reach
so clothe yourself with ancient
souls who knew before we did that you, the future
will be born into this crazy but jazzy scene called life
rise and let the world know you are here to claim yourself

never wait for life’s breath to blow into your lungs rather
bloom from the dust we rose from
like mystics to grow your own wings
and be sure to ask for strength between these wings
so they don’t split in halves cause child,
i’m raising you to be whole

paint your life’s everyday in ways not forced on you
but reflections felt by you cause none but ourselves
can blow up a true self that is everything there is to be

raise your story’s voice to go beyond any beyond and any ghost
that could suck out your way up to clouds of choice
have sacred communion the past that is knotted to your presence souls
cause child, any presence that lacks a past is part of the lost
so listen up child

listen close, cause you’re as sistah and i’m a sistah
i’m raising you to remove your walk from exhausting arms of men-talities
who cant take a strong sister
and white folk who want to think we’re strong enough
only for taking their instructions
and child, I’m still tasting the bitter truth I am learning that
not every woman is a sistah
so, listen up child

i’m raising you, bloom of my belly
infant of my skin
never to step into boxes these aren’t enough to hold your stories alive
rise to the knowledge that our people and theirs
are tapestries growing long and wide enough to hold you up
tlil you can hold yourself
never forbid your truth in spaces
that strangle your realities
rise child your vision is your voice

I have laboured to challenge convention
scrubbed the floors of my heart
tended the soil of my womb
so the fruit of my garden would be like you
child of mine, beautiful beyond magic herself
i stood guard at the entrance of your existence
to usher you into these arms/bosom/back
that i am raising you to fly beyond

so listen up child!