The Cross-Continental Black Nation - A Poem by Rukayat Ololade Aliyu
- By Rukayat Ololade Aliyu
- Published August 13, 2007
- Poetry
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Rukayat Ololade Aliyu
Rukayat Ololade Aliyu is a published poet and spoken word artist based in Brooklyn, NY. Born in Ijesha, Lagos Island, her works deal passionately with the plight of our people and solutions to the problems we face. Her blog.
View all Entries by Rukayat Ololade AliyuThe Cross-Continental Black Nation is a place
I see The Cross-Continental Black Nation as a place
I see The Cross-Continental Black Nation is a place where Black children attend schools
To learn more than just the rules
Of upholding a white supremacist capitalist system
But the truth of their historical identity
From Black teachers
From Black teachers who treat Black children as their own
These Black teachers teach Black truths
For the nation
With books
Written in Giz
We pray over the word written not in ink
But lion’s blood
[With a love for the children
As if she laid on her back
And brought him into the nation
As if she laid on her back and brought him into the nation
Because she laid on her back to bring him into the nation]
The Cross-Continental Black Nation
There is a Cross-Continental Black Nation
I said the Cross-Continental Black Nation
Is a place where Black minds and Black hearts unify
We don’t spite
One another
For whites
In the nation, there is peace
Organization
In the least
What we can do for one another
Is to teach the Black Gods and Goddesses
Of the truth
While we build
Aero planes
To one another
Throughout The Nation
And in the Cross-Continental Black Nation
We are one
Of a kind
We wear wraps made of cotton
From the River
In the Cross-Continental Black Nation
I said the Cross-Continental Black Nation
An organization
Of Black States
Of urgency
Consciousness
Is here to fix this mess
And correct
The best lies ever believed in
Prayed on
In the minds of young Afrikans
In The Nation
And we pay dues to our center
The capital is
Is the
We go there to repent
To ancestors
We relent
All the loads
With which we are burdened
As a people
As a person
I am burdened
I need a nation
To support me
I am burdened
With the souls of Black Folk
Who are lost
Who don’t know
They are Golden
Gods and Goddesses hiding under
Expensive clothing
Russell Simmons did a number on white fashion
Makes more off misguided passion
Into video ho-ing, intellect killing
Black destruction
Lack of instruction
Is my problem
Which is why I need the Cross-Continental Black Nation
To destroy him
To make clothes out of Kente
Not bleached out of poison
The cotton fabric
Made in
In
Comes out of hatred
Comes out of hatred
For Black People
Who could anoint
We could anoint their lost children
With the melanin touch
Because
We are golden
We feel God speaking to us
In pigmentation
We see God speaking to us
In pigmentation
We hear God speaking to us
In pigmentation
The Black Nation
Is an incubator
Of Gods