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I'm rachelmarie, but my nom de plume is "Assata Rafiya Pandu." I have an eclectic persona. I'm of an eccentric nature. I'm a extremely liberal and I believe that everything happens for a reason.

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Saturday, February 13, 2010
5:20 PM

My Afrika is not spelled with a “c”
and it is not all black
you see kente cloth covers it
and like the colors that composes it
a hue exists that represents the reflection of the pigments
for each individual
that calls this land mother
my mother land is much of a mother board
she educated the ignorant
adored the gifted
and fed the beggars…
who in turn fed her to the ill spirited and lazy willed
my mother land
na, this is my mother, man;
breast fed the Adams, Cains & Abels
whose namesakes are still in question
amongst my people’s fables
she hand crafted the term “unconventional”
and denied usage of such an adjective as “monotony”
yet produced no savages
the real savages were those who ravaged and pillaged
through her townships and villages
taking captive artisans, blacksmiths, painters, teachers, cooks, and midwives
and you tell me I ought to be grateful?
had I not been brought to this land
this place that you call an America,
my happy ass would be prancing around naked
sing joyous tunes in a tongue that I know is my own
not subjected to being objectified
or defiled with your smug standards
and I would know not this language spoken by my captors
those who gave us “their version of Christianity”
turned my brothers in breeders and mother fuckers
(I digress from the term "mother fucker" because of it’s origin, see in being taught how to breed they were made to “fuck” their mothers)
I repeat..
turned my brothers in breeders and mother fuckers
when they were destined to trot in the foot steps
of their fore founding doctoring, philosophical, mathmaticious fathers
and they were momentarily stripped of those possibilities
due to our captors
I do not for give you bastards
and my heart’s pain does not yield
my mother land!
seeing her raped and robbed for millenniums
instills resent that my heart cannot amend
and let us not pretend that the scars planted on the souls of our ancestors
will fold
no baby, they will lament
and I too shall take part in commemorating my mother land
yo, that’s my mother, man!
because we all know mother Afrika populated mother Earth

♥Assta Rafiya Pandu.