Language Love.

Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.

Thursday, June 7, 2012


I be straight up on some shit that makes these Nagas wonder why...
And then I wonder why I even bothered in the first place, but Eye reminds me.
Do yall really know how true my grind be?
Mother of Civilization, but society is so binding
And reminding, of stagnant progress of the greatest Nation ever
Yes, I talk shit about the ignorance, bussing back and full clips
But any given day I ride for a Nubian, my blood...One.

As a Goddess of the Greatest Nation, eye meditate for the healing of those under the sedation
Jubilations, from the Most High, as I pass by
Today and tomorrow...the sky's cry and I am here to hear the tears
The chit-chatter of the Universe

You look at me and wonder why my mind rebels so hard against the lies beat into your Soul for thousands of years
Does my truth fall on deaf ears?
Never. Eye know better.
And my Nubian always make the Earth wetter...our Knowledge raining like Mother Nature's drops.
Shit don't stop.

Just like these fake clocks...the only time I follow is the sun, the moon...the Afrikan monsoons.
Eye Am...whatever you say eye am.
If eye wasn't, you would never say eye am.
Eye am...the Mother.
Eye am...The Healer.
Eye am...the Feeler...
None other realer. Black steeler

The Dark matter of the Universe is what keeps me up late nights, early mornings
Its what makes me less of the lesser when it comes to mournings...there is no death.
Only stress, only lies of what's left. Only a test.

Nubians eye call on thee and I say to live our legacy
But why worry when the Universe is the end all and be all of ALL there is.

Damn, yall feel that?

Eye'm just style-freeing because the melanin hit me and inspired me.
Never will they retire me....
I'm too ancient so fuck being patient.

Read and absorb, something for your skull.

Eternal Love,

The Hempress (Lyrical Refugee)