I Am come from...
I Am come from traditions long forgotten,
a culture shrouded in self-delusion,
minds shackled with chains of pain:
"ears that cannot hear:
eyes which cannot see."
I Am come from the liaisons of the "Great Whore.
Her patrons all deny my paternity,
leaving me to fend alone,
a "Black bastard"
claimed by the hands of fate.
I Am come from the toils of many,
determined, resourceful and true to their faith
never realizing that in their hand rested true glory;
ignorance of self, sealing their fate.
I Am come from the four winds;
a physical manifestation of spirit,
bound by visions foretold.
Storytellers, scholars, priests and prophets,
all spoke of me.
I Am come from a true enduring love,
demonstrated for a span of fifty-years;
fifty-years of faith and devotion;
a firm and guiding hand,
a nourishing breast.
I Am come from the loins of many;
whites reds and yellows - swirling
down into a womb of blackness;
universal - I Am the sum of all men.
I Am come, destined to bring the light.
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