eygptian-queen

"Peace and Welcome My Beautiful Black People"







Peace Yall!!! This is my first time puttin` pictures up here so be gentle with the comments:) and try not to laugh too hard(LOL) But yeah as Yall can see I am a light skin sista for those who don`t know...a "redbone" if you will. But I`m still holdin it down for my nation, be safe Black People.



The Black Woman



The Black Woman

Black queen of beauty, thou hast given color to the world!

Among other women thou art royal and the fairest!

Like the brightest of jewels in the regal diadem,

Shin`st thou, Goddess of Africa, Nature`s purest emblem!



Black men worship at thy virginal shrine of truest love,

Because in thine eyes are virtue`s steady and holy mark,

As we see in no other, clothed in silk or fine linen,

From ancient Venus, the Goddess, to mythical Helen.



When Africa stood at the head of the elder nations,

The Gods used to travel from foreign lands to look at thee:

On couch of costly Eastern materials, all perfumed,

Reclined thee, as in thy path flow`rs were strewn-

sweetest that bloomed.



Thy transcendent marvelous beauty made the whole world mad,

Bringing Solomon to tears as he viewed thy comeliness;

Anthony and the elder Ceasars wept at thy royal feet,

Preferring death than to leave thy presence, their foes to meet.



You, in all ages, have attracted the adoring world,

And caused many a bloody banner to be unfurled:

You have sat upon exalted and lofty eminence,

To see a world fight in your ancient African defense.



Today you have been dethroned, through the weakness of your men,

While, in frenzy, those who of yore craved your smiles and your hand-

Those who were all monsters and could not with love approach you-

Have insulted your pride and now attack your good virtue.



Because of disunion you became mother of the world,

Giving tinge of robust color to five continents,

Making a greater world of millions of colored races,

Whose claim to beauty is reflected through our black faces.



From the handsome Indian to European brunette,

There is a claim for that credit of their sunny beauty

That no one can e`er to take from thee, 0 Queen of all

women



Who have borne trials and troubles and racial burden.

Once more we shall, in Africa, fight and conquer for you,

Restoring the pearly crown that proud Queen Sheba did wear:

Yea, it may mean blood, it may mean death; but still we shall fight,



Bearing our banners to Vict`ry, men of Africa`s might.

Superior Angels look like you in Heaven above,

For thou art fairest, queen of the seasons, queen of our love:

No condition shall make us ever in life desert thee,

Sweet Goddess of the ever green land and placid blue sea.



February 28, 1927

Marcus Garvey



The future of language

in the beginning was the word. word. and the word was with God. and the word was God. word up. and God said, let there be...and (then) there was. word is bond. and the word was made flesh. word life.



the ancient egyptian language like all other languages of antiquity was, needless to say, rooted in passion. yet, over time, many cultures have become disconnected from the passionate roots of their language and thus, perhap, disconnected from the root of our existence.



nada brahma: the world is sound





in the east, it is widely believed that the word/sound omis the seed of the universe and the seed of all creation that can be heard reverbrating within all life forms.

the name that can be named is not the eternal name. the unnamable is the eternally real. naming is the origin of all particular things.

and things that once could only be put into words by the most learned philosophers can now be expressed by the average emcee (and in my estimation most emcees that i hear are average).





magic is done though casting spells which is the same way words are made

there does seem to have been a lyrical evolution in hip hop. vivid, descriptive narratives of ghetto life seem to have come at the cost of imaginative or psycho-spiritual exploration. in other words, ni77as have come up with amazing ways to talk about the same ol shiit. the problem is, when we recite the same ol shiit into micrphones which increase sound vibration the same ol shiit continues to manifest in our daily lives. but of course employing one`s imagination is problematic when the aim is to keep it real.



hip hop, as is, is mainly concerned about depicting a rough street life void of hope or an upscale designer life void of thought and in doing so dicates it`s own outcome



these are the words that i manifest

guru



we are the manifestaion of our thinking patterns. and we think in terms of terms. words. sooner or later we must realize that we are liable for what and how we think and say and thus must alter (altar) our use of language. sentence structures predate pyramids and are as complex.



-Saul Williams