Mama Nanny

Mama Nanny …..

She stamped her black foot on the red soil,

Spitting out Coromantee prayers,

Into the belly of the mountains and hills,

She poured libations to the Arawak spirits,

Honoring their lost time on this island-earth,

She danced in circles around the rising smoke,

That whispered from her lips as spells,

She held her cigar like a sword,

Inviting the Loa to come,

So that they may witness these fields,

Burning fields of cane,

Torch-lit by Ashanti Hands,

All of them now beating the drums,

All of them now beating the drums,

As the plantation house,

That church of Cain and Abel,

Was reborn into ash,

Mingling with the bones of overseers and masters,

Mingling with the bones of redcoats and hounds,

And as the she stamped her black feet onto the red soil,

Laughing into the dark Jamaican night,

She, ochre-brown-black Maroon Queen,

says to her people,

In this Land of Wood and Water,

This is how freedom will come,

Not with the proclamation of that fat-bitch-of-an-english-queen,

But with the beating of the drum,

The stamping of our feet,

And the whispers of our African Gods…..

Poem from my collection.. Jamaican Dreams

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