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My Father Is Black Like God

Kemet Mawakana

11 Jun 2008

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by Kemet Mawakana (aka “The Seven-Foot Poet”)

This week the Seven Foot Poet reaches back to the zone of origins and ancestors to speak of his own father, and his father, and his before him.

MY FATHER IS BLACK LIKE GOD

(Dedicated to my father, and Afrikan grandfathers

and to Afrikan fathers and grandfathers everywhere)

To hear My Father is Black Like God performed by the Seven Foot Poet, click the flash player below.

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My Father is Black like God

My father is Black like God

My father is Black like the Creator

My father is Black like the Creator of Creation

My father is Black like before Sep-Tpyi

Like before the first happening happened

If there was a first happening

My father was happening

My father is black like the Sun

My father is black like the Sun before it begun

My father is black like the fabric of inter-galactic space

Yes indeed

My father is black like Carbon

My father is black like God

the Creator

the Sun

like Carbon

My father gives life

Protected, nurtured, and provided for me

My father was born in Washington, D.C.

And before that

he was born in South Carolina

And before that

he was born in Bioko Island

And before that

he was born in Angola

And before that

he was born in the foothills of the mountains of the moon

My father is black like God

Black like the space in which thoughts exists

that are coming to you soon.

My father was before me and shall be after me

My father cannot be destroyed because my father is black

My father is black like

Carbon is essential to life, able to capture light

Or if pressured shape shift to refract energy with magnificent brilliance.

My father is black like the thump of the bass line in Jamaica Funk

Black like the sound of the funk in the kick drum

My father is black like vibration

My father is Black like the people of the first civilized nation.

Make no mistake about it I know where I am going

and from which I come from….

My father is Black like God.

By Kemet Mawakana (aka The Seven-Foot Poet)

Peace (when appropriate) War (when necessary)

Copyright 2008.

Kemet Mawakana (aka “The Seven-Foot Poet”) is a highly acclaimed spoken-word artist, and has published two books A . . . Z . . . Infinity and Crucifixion of My Soul. The collective body of his works presented weekly in BAR are in tribute to Listervelt Middleton, Dr. John Henrik Clarke, and “For The People”. Currently, he is a facilitator at AYA Educational Institute (www.ayaed.com) and can be reached at sevenfootpoet@gmail.com.

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