We come from a place of silent power

And quiet conspiracies

Derived from the womb of a queen

Kinda like Ochun

We squirmed through the canals

Deliberately escaping the bonds

The ties that would keep us stagnate

Knowing that our predatory distance would be our plight to strength

You were born with a sword and a shield in your hand

A warrior prince

And from inception I was determined to guard your cause

To give your journey light

And to not question the reasons of your fight

I shield you like the tribes shield their king

Like a father would shield his family

Like a mother would shield her young

And like a beast would shield his kill

You are the living breathing walking talking preaching manifestation

of everything that I believe in

every reason that I have fought

That I have cried

That I have stood alone in my plight

You give me validation for my stance

I have never worried about where you would end up

Or the derivatives of your pain

My spirit has traveled with you in your dreams

And has tarried with you in the dark cold of the night

Alone in the bush

With the ancestors

In the place of elevation

Of thought

Of reason

Of life

I have stood with you on the front line

And even though my personal plight differs from yours

I protect your cause because I have transferred pieces

Of me to you

Because it is only in your resplendence that you can bring to fruition some of the prophecies

It is only through the stomp of your foot on solid ground that makes them scurry and look for a place of safety and redemption

You are freed from the repercussions of perceptions

And I am not intimidated by the manifestations of freedom

I send exerts of my strength to you in days of weakness

Even though your weakness patents in ways far beyond comprehension of the down trodden

You are the first manifestation of my giftings boy child

And every day that you live

Your strength

Your jubilance and persistence brings forth a new understanding of Jah

And of how he intend us to be

Keeping your head upward while carrying us on your shoulder

Motivation always seems like affirmations of oppression

To those who don’t understand that our progression begins with redirection

Boy child I call you Jah’s child

My warrior

Our nation’s king