Womb to the Tomb by Marcus Kwame Anderson

Womb to the Tomb
by Marcus K. Anderson

i exist in the midst of a uterus
surrounded on all sides by amniotic fluids.
throughout my nine months of bliss i never knew this
place of shelter that protects me was soon to eject me
into a world laced with hatred

chord sliced,
i begin this life naked,
innocent, pure and without judgment.
thought the world was pure like me but society
soon taught me that it wasn't.

the more knowledge i gained the more the pain reigned.
youth's blinders subsided, all peace slain.
i saw this earth for what it's truly worth in reality,
a burning babylon that casually laughs at me,
ridicules my knotty hair and melanin skin
teaches self hate to my race and grins
while africans are whipped and shipped
9000 miles to isles jamaican,
and a whole half the hebrew people
are murdered in camps of concentration.
mental and physical enslavement consumes
those without firm economic standing

my soul demanding that i return to the womb
cause in the womb i never knew of this madness

there were no guns,
no rank,
and
no status

prophets gettin' shot up,
my brethren locked up,
but i copped the key
and i keep knowledge of myself stocked up

one day i got up
and realized that even the bigot before me
was once an infant draped in innocence
before he was baptized in the lake of hate
that man creates

at the fetal stage we were indistinguishable, but it didn't take
long before the ways of the world caught on.
student or the teacher? who's wrong
when form birth babies are taught by evil people
laid back behind the false freedom mask of bald eagles?

takes a village to raise a child,
but if that village is pillaged
the child becomes another minion of babylon.
most unaware that the paths we travel on
were in existence prior to conception.

learning how my ancestors were taken off their blocks
and put on auction blocks
at times made it hard to stop
anger toward ivory strangers,
but i sharpened my focus on the hocus-pocus..
not all can be blamed for
the hate crimes presented in futures past

...just the ones that let the ignorance last
intentionally throughout the centuries.
sometimes i close my eyes and mentally
return to the place where race had no face
and hate had no trace

sometimes going back is the best way to elevate
sometimes going back is the best way to elevate
sometimes going back is the best way to elevate