Who am I, Why am I here?

Updated: Feb 14, 2019



Thank you to Priestess Yogini Nu Ra Dina for the words and inspiration entitled and repeated in this poem. You have asked this question in my presence and shared it as an offering for each of us to seek our purpose. These questions ring in my ears and I am so grateful to you for the rhythm of the ask.


Who Am I, Why am I Here


I came out from the mouths of babes

Grew up like a tree

In between

The graves


Got warned about the ones from the caves

And the ones getting saved


I was South Philly born

I was MGT raised

I was raised


Left the hood for the farm

Wear a hood to keep warm

Wear my hood to keep from harm

And they removed their hoods


Would you believe?


So I ripped off my sleeve, put my heart on my arm

So, when I lift shit,

I feel it

All the weight, bestowed by the greats

Rests on these shoulders like

There's no time to waste

Like

There's no time for fear

Just ask the question

Hold back the tears


Who am I

Why am I here


Mama told me to use my own voice

I looked up, didn't have any choice

All I can hear are the voices of old

Can you imagine trying to carry all of that gold?

Trying to be that bold

Trying to hold and not fold


But this isn't my deck

I'm all but a wreck

Everything but a speck


In this universe that coils

With this blood that just boils


And I'm reaping the spoils of "accidental" ornaments


On trees, whose purpose wasn't meant

To strangle


But whose purpose just

Got tangled with rope

And loosened with nooses

On a

White woman's whim

or

A Black man's skizm


It was you


You killed him


It was me


I birthed him into being

In a world I was seeing

Didn't believe he would ever be free

I earthed him and birthed him

Then, as his daughter, I cursed him

Wished him back into living

Then prayed and gave thanks


It was thanks I was given

And in my haste, I was given a burden to bear


I know why I'm here,

Who am I kiddin

My purpose is written

I mean writing

I'm trippin


I'm fallin

I'm callin


For help, but I'm stalling


At the butterfly sanctuary

All I was looking for was

A little sanctuary


The angst is scary

If I build it, they will come

But if the shit hits the fan


They might help some


Where am I from but the mouths of babes

and who am I

But the

Dream of the slaves


Or their memories, even

Gratitude fills the air

Breathe in hope

Breathe out fear

Inhale life

Exhale strife


It's not easy, always, but we still are here


In this space

We've lost our fear

Gained our voices

Made the choices to connect

In heaven's dance


Mama calls it choreography

And I say it's meant to be


By Tannur Ali

(c) 2018 All Rights Reserved








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