The Cotton Book: Cotton Gave You Power 3 (Lost Pages) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

word down envisioning every small scholarship of
twenties to fifties are all i have to offer
to those aspirants who write a minor difference majorly accordingly
pushed by their teachers perhaps
pushed by their parents perhaps
then again motivated out the womb Soul attached to their bodies
knowing the same information cannot be seen as one gemstone turns
mathematical aspects get revealed into ratios
just another above below revelation
ain't no sense in fronting
ain't no sense in not introducing them to their own languages near and far
law and accounting
financing artistic
style no rustic
exploration with seeds planted
like row by row on my earth atop rowed neatly with preciseness
i got spiritual farmers everywhere although some be experience wrist and hand injuries
telling stories about they babies and their father too
secrets told or just another ear to be heard?
then again a shoulder to lean on knowing i need my seasons sewn
reaping Strengths
strengthening my family Weaknesses
with greater Opportunities
keeping Threats at bay cornered iced and filleted
fish souffle
yum
and maybe baked
while chumping on my cali figs and turkish dates
oh weight
pushing up about ten sets of twenty on my knuckles
both forearms get flexed
and not out the window with semiauto teks
i use to know mak eleven who went drum roll
shells drop
the rush increases as the chills concoct
intensely
though i'm not a america gangster or a gangsta
i'm just a descendant of a cottonpicker who backwards fa mine of ours
moving spiritually untamed
armed with cumin oil drunken by the gulps aaah geah
laced my body and face with peach kernel oil mixed with lavender oil and i'm high naturally
relaxed and focused
no matter where i go i keep minding my own business recording
and recording
seeing neighborhoods occupied harshly
i wannabe an owner of that home and real property but that ain't my people who i can trust to redo the guts and exterior
results be drastic
to be on point
as every potential occupant has their own goal to achieve
just like i do
and i be wishing my other cuhz who also got murdered earlier this year was still trucking
he had to be ultimately selfish
sexing with another married but single ain't no good fool you shouldna
times be crazy around my way
i just manage to make sanity out of it all really though
GrandMutha i gotsa get this cotton which gave us power....