My arms are long, my back is strong.
I sing no victim song.
Never again shall I be lynched
through the corners of my mind.
Castrated of all my dreams.
I am the jewel that God gave to thee.
Don't cry for me.
I am the blackberry wine sweet
as the nector from the vine.
The blood runs through my vain.
Is the legacy of a Black Queen.
I am the eyes that man shall see.
The feet that he may lead.
The breath when it is hard to breathe.
I am the resurrection of my family tree.
Don't cry for me.
Lord oh Lord nobody knows
the trouble I have seen.
I am the center of the Universe.
I am the link between
the heavens and earth.
I felt the pain of civilization
as I flowed through my mother's womb.
I rise in the name of God.
That my King shall have his rightful place.
I am the laughter when there are tears.
I am the water to purify his wounds.
I rise in the name of the Nubian Queen.
Jacqueline Amos
cc.write 2001
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African Americans For Social Justice
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