Wade in the water

Wade in the water, wade in the water, wade in the water children cause Gods gonna trouble the water,

We are slaves of our own minds

We live in fear of our own thoughts and feelings combined

Our body is the temple, our mind the God, and our tongue is the holy word of literature.

Our soul is the congregation. We send it forward. Evangelical. Crusaders one and all.

OH look there’s a slave ship boarding at the river Thames what shall we do? For a second there I remembered I was black but the society made me define, remind, rewind to the point when I knew. For the suit I wear and the job I have it no longer means I’m a part of your race and we no longer have the same heritage

So wade in the water children, for it will then be ME who troubles the water.


This poem was inspired my Daniel beaty - emergency part1 : a slave ship rises  in front of the statue or liberty.