My random ass poetic thoughts

Poem number 32: Dear my future self

Dear my future self,

nigga you got this,

you the one who on yo rib tattoo says 100 percent solid,

dear my future self,

you gone always hold it down,

rather they give you a Turtle Island chief's head dress,

or an African,

oooops I mean Alkebulanian king's crown,

cause we decolonizing,

Cause even the God of the bible would want us to get back to our roots,

since he's pleased by the truth,

what you know today as Africa,

is the name of it's colonizer,

 Scipio Africanus,

Now his last name is what the Greeks called north Africa,

But still that doesn't change the fact that that's what WE used to call what is now known today as Africa,

It only been known as Africa since the 17th century,

we on century 21,

that's only 4 centuries,

400 years,

100 years is one century,

it's kinda easy to break a spell,

if you know the spell,

is you gettin me,

especially,

if you read my last poem,

the 31st poem in this poetry book,

cause if you did you know that words have power,

so stop callin it Africa and givin Roman colonist power,

call it Alkebulan,

And while we at it,

let's stop callin turtle island by Vespucci's first name,

what you know today as America,

was named after a man named Amerigo,

so dear my future self,

keep decolonizing this bitch while hard you go,

Tsalagi and Siksika,

That's what runs through these veins,

decolonize it down to what they know as our tribe's names,

I'm Siksika Loc,

I'm Tsalagi cuzz,

but on my Alkebulan side,

other than my dad's big sister tellin me we come from the tribes of Levi and Judah,

Since i'm just a little bit skeptical,I don't truly know what it was,

I know my pops the descendant of a buffalo soldier tho,

yea my family is literally black history,

for those of ya'll that didn't know,

and I'mma make sure my bloodline keep survivin,

strivin,

or as the christians would say,

bein fruitful and multiplyin,

dear my future self,

I'm proud of you already,

cause the past can't be changed,

but the future isn't written,

it ain't set in stone,

so what isn't written yet,

can be changed,

like a hawk in the sky,

the future can't be caged,

so stay focused on the freedom that, that future brings,

cause dwelling on the past will truly only cage a G,

And I ain't tryna be contained in a cage,

homie I'm stayin free,

while you read this poem that I'm makin for my future me,

to fight against the indigenous erasure,

I'm workin buildin and growin a whole army of mini me's,

Dear my future self,

you're gonna be an awesome dad,

legendary,

known through history as an indigenous revolutionary,

dear my future self,

keep keepin the plans that you cook up,

while I in my present day keep doin these push ups,

dear my future self,

dear my future self,

yo spirit name is ákookinssin in Siksika,

and atatisdodi in Tsalagi,

but we just deeply in love with how our name sounds in Japanese,

so we usually go  by Kiba,

that's how you know they cap when they say his name ain't Jesus because the letter K ain't exist in the hebrew alphabet,

cause it's only a language translation,

if you the reader that isn't me is a bible believer,

because the King Diego,

King Santiago,

and the King Jaime version of the bible is all the same thing,

the same name,

that's three ways to say the same name in spanish,

it's all the same name,

dear my future self,

stay tricky,

as tricky as yo ancestors believed in a God named Napi,

A trickster God,

as if this my letter to the old man,

inside the never ending poetry book,

keepin shit golden,

my next poem in this potery book,

I'm touchin back up on the topic of polygamy,

In fact,

let's get into it now,

are you kiddin me?