this is dedicated
to the one
to the one ness,
to the all
to the all us,
to the creation and catapulting seed
to the beginning and brilliant continuance
to the suffering and feeling and crossings
in the dark
to the watertorture, the shocking endless
a pain and conflict we endured
we endured in these last days and times
before Black rebeginnings
to the oh
to the ah
to the
to the ancestors and the ancients
to the peace eye calm sensual
to the war eye shining serious
to the love eye crystal clear on us selves
the righteous sightings of ex
slaves surging self-consciously
into sunlit sovereignty
to the eye and to the ear
and the sounds, the sounds we
music mighty rhythm thumping
keeping us moving
together, all us on the one
to the love, the tremble, the current, the connection
and Black blessings of
ebony womb man flesh
to the saving and sending of something else west
this is dedicated to the hook up
and hipness of new afrikan
space aspirations
to Black people
to Black, to people
to a Black a people
to the on time thought and taste
that we are really one,
really, really, really all one
to those who read this poem
and wonder on this planet
and want for this truth touch
in time vector now
to all the things we are
we ain’t and hey, yes,
ought to be
this is very humbly dedicated
to the one
one love
one heart
one people
one struggle
this is dedicated
to all our triune wholeness
to those a been here
to those a here now and most certainly
to those a yet to arise and get
get hopefully more than we
way more than we got
more than we are getting
this is dedicated
to your momma and my mama
and all the soft screaming
and pleasure pain it took
to get and keep us here
don’t hurt our space
don’t hurt
don’t hurt our space
be beautiful keepers of the sun
be beautiful, keep the sun, keep us, love
be husbands to life
be break away from zoo madness, plastic
and petroleum food and sexual molesters of life
don’t hurt, don’t throw, no don’t
please don’t throw this
our love away
this is dedicated
to your old man and my old man
and all the weird walks
we and they took
and had to take
still walking, still taking some shit
somewhere, ready for the new music, and
can play it yeah, can play it,
will play it, just need some instruments
this is dedicated
to the only one something that means much
to the highest flesh order in the universe
to the abruptly interrupted but will be continued
golden social age of small circle get togethers
and ancient communal societies updated
to the knowledge that though there will never
be another you, we are going to make it
to the climb
to the getting up when we fall or temporarily fail
to the return
to the endless search to always make and leave
life better and more beautiful than when we arrived
to the one, again it must be said,
to the one, there is no other higher order
to the one we are
to the one we all are
to the one
this is dedicated
to the one i
to the one
to the one i and i
to the one
this is dedicated
to my people
the one i love
—kalamu ya salaam