Africa, the tree of The Original Black Goddess dressed in her
Continental veneer
Releases the secrets of Her Mother-Magic for all to hear
When she breathes, it is the only atmosphere

It’s consciousness not color
It’s consciousness not color

Your eyes are open but you can’t see
Blinded by hate, imprisoned by misery
Your closest relative is self-pity
Mutilating your mind seems to be witty

You’ve become what you most despise
Anger and pain, a precious prize
You are the sole cause, you must realize
The soul’s Truth is in Africa’s eyes

Self-realization will be your salvation
Your innate valuables, you must be sure
Being Black is being more than a valour

It’s consciousness not color
It’s consciousness not color

Africa, the tree of The Original Black Goddess dressed in
Her continental veneer
Releases the secrets of Her Mother-Magic for all to hear
When She breathes, it is the only atmosphere

Don’t be fooled by the skin color rule
Your consciousness—the greatest tool
Spiritual energy the innate fuel
Allow it to be a constant renewal

Being Black is not an impediment
Other’s view of you is just sediment
Use it as a rich manure and fertilizer
The catalyst making you the wiser

It’s consciousness not color
It’s consciousness not color

Refuse to let slavery be your soul’s enclave
Don’t let being Black make you a slave
Don’t break the Law to misbehave
Give the judge reason to dig yo grave
Let you ancestral inheritance rant and rave

Josephine DixonBanks

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