Do not censor me
For My tongue won’t lie on the day of judgement
No matter your persecution
I entered this realm alone
And shall return the same
The lashings on my back from your torment
Will heal into a beautiful design
A lifeline to my future seeds
Who will call upon in need
My fist will still rise up
Even with shoulder crushed
And a cross bearing it’s nails
It will be the ones who came before
Who will lift me
And mount my soul on its throne
And with open cowry shells speak letters
Defining the past present and what’s to come
Life burning like a mystical dragon
Through the spirit of my spirit
No don’t you dare stop my indigenous teachings
Do not try to subdue me
With a false idol that fits your controlling ways
Docile for too long
I fight back with an embraced truth
No don’t you dare censor me
Axel Garcia 