(Our continuation with the series SHE..)
Seed to Flower to Tree
Ink to Words to Me
I Was
I Might Just Be
Birthed in the womb of the struggle
Reared in the tight grasp of the hustle
Came of age in a lane that keeps me respectfully humble…
I reach for stars with the lengthy limbs of a Poetic Goliath
Never touching, but that doesn’t stop my mind from aspiring to breathe new being into my plight
Profusely drawing my life in pictures with hieroglyphs and scriptures that speaks to my ancestral mixture
You see my people were kings like Askia Muhammad long before they were forced to rebel like Nat Turner
Read about it…
I am cut from a cloth that has a certain string about it
I am encrusted with a sense of pride, and I refuse to live on my knees about it
I am willing to scale the highest mountain and vigorously scream about it
I came
I saw
And I am not yet satisfied with my current state
So where to start and when to stop is a steadfast debate
Those that love the arts can surely relate
Enough is never enough
A collection is never complete
A poem is never expressive, descriptive, or polished to the point of perfection
So all that’s left is, to turn the page and make yet another valiant attempt to be that Tree
That matured from that Flower
That was birthed from that Seed
And again allow the Ink to formulate the Words that represent Me
TamirSaidIt
Tamir Salaam is a Dallas native and a master composer of the written word. You can connect with him on facebook or blogspot to read more of his work.
Thank you for allowing me to contribute to your vision.