Elevation

I inhale the dense
Particles articulated
On parchment
To become one with
Sound vibrations
Floating on wind
I am nyabinghi heartbeat
Andalusian folklore
And Serengeti rhythm
I smell of Imithi
Reverberating from
Ancient forests
I hold concert with
Griots and blackademics
My scholarship
Is endorsed by
Angels
my timbre like
The thunder of eleven
million Mandinka
Heals in hot pursuit
Of would be slavers
The sound Rising like Hausa tongue
Across Nile Valleys
Call me Africa
I have clothed the bones
Of nations with Kente
Descended of Sengbe
Jumo
Baba 2 A'Jaye
I am 32.5°
North and South
An equinox
Traversing
The land of the midnight sun in a fedora
Check my altitude
and get at me I aint hard to find
Catch me in ya local
Speakeasy politickin with
Ghetto savants
Dialoguing on street dirges
fighting street urges
Observe this elevation
From earth to man like dust and sands
Gathering with the
Energy of typhoons and
Tornadoes
Elevating cars
And concrete
This be natures
Violence channeled
In word
Where these thoughts
Emerge through scribbled
images of forever.