Ode to our ancestral roots. by Tavisha Lyrics
I will not forget
The way they
Bled our men dry
And stole our mothers' milk.
How they forced our philosophy to adhere
To their sickly twisted generosity.
I will not forget
How ‘the otherness’ beliefs were
Shoved down our people's throats,
To the point where some of us escaped on boats
For we couldn’t stomach the genocide against our souls.
Yes , this is true .
When I think of markets where we share the fruit and
Spices from our earth - the same earth whose colour we Should wear proudly,
Don't think I don't remember the markets where people Were sold into captivity .
You know what's repulsive.
They tried to turn it on our people,
Tell us that the language of slavery already existed long Before they came,
Lost in the translation of a perfect antiquity.
Don't believe them.
The equivalent did not exist.
Don't believe me?
Go read from the Akashic Library if you don't trust your Own to share the fruits of wisdom,
Stop being lazy in the education of your layered history;
Do not keep yourself imprisoned.
We were living the truth of oneness
Before they embedded their words which still plague us;
There’s no need to follow piously when you are
Leading yourself through infinity,
While entwined in the eternal dance
Between becoming and Being.
We will not forget.
But don't think you're off the hooking lie if your people were oppressed too,
Because your armies raided our Mother Lands,
Yet still, when you needed sanctuary,
She offered herself as home for your refugees,
And because I can see through masked fallacies,
No veil can hide your indecencies.
So tell me,
Will you really wait
Until our land is so dry that it starts to crack
To realize it's time to give back?
For without her, what is there to grow?
Her soils are rich with love;
Flourishing roots that will forever unite us all.
We will not forget.
Red for the struggle,
Because the colour of bloodshed cannot be washed
From our minds.
Blue for the ocean,
Because the ocean still connects us,
No matter how far we travel from home.
Yellow for the light of independence,
Because signs of our liberation slowly infiltrated the sky.
Green for the richness,
Because our culture; our land; our path is rich,
So expensive that our ancestors paid with their own lives.
But our soul lives on .
There are times I feel as though I am floating along like
The boats which carried our ancestors.
There are other times when I drown in the birthing
Waters which showed them mercy.
Then, there are the times when I am a child waiting on the Shores of life for them to come back for me.
Red
Because their blood;
It runs through us
Blue
Because their wisdom;
It nourishes us
Yellow
Because their light;
It saves us
Green
Because their art;
It lives in us
Even if oceans separate us, I will not forget.
I've seen people try to wash their minds with snow so White.
But I will not forget.
Because our land is cracking now,
And I believe our right of spring is coming ‘round.
There's a reason they keep trying to erase these narratives From history.
They created children who don't know where they're From anymore,
Who don't respect the richness of the ground, of the life They walk on,
Who don't find reverence in the memories of their Ancestry;
The mental slavery lives on.
So don't tell me that was the past and this is the now,
When otherness’ ancestral ghosts are still haunting our Soul.
It is us who must break through the illusions of forms,
The web of lies, the separation between you and I;
Abstraction’s
Wickedly.
Veiled.
Eyes.
The way they
Bled our men dry
And stole our mothers' milk.
How they forced our philosophy to adhere
To their sickly twisted generosity.
I will not forget
How ‘the otherness’ beliefs were
Shoved down our people's throats,
To the point where some of us escaped on boats
For we couldn’t stomach the genocide against our souls.
Yes , this is true .
When I think of markets where we share the fruit and
Spices from our earth - the same earth whose colour we Should wear proudly,
Don't think I don't remember the markets where people Were sold into captivity .
You know what's repulsive.
They tried to turn it on our people,
Tell us that the language of slavery already existed long Before they came,
Lost in the translation of a perfect antiquity.
Don't believe them.
The equivalent did not exist.
Don't believe me?
Go read from the Akashic Library if you don't trust your Own to share the fruits of wisdom,
Stop being lazy in the education of your layered history;
Do not keep yourself imprisoned.
We were living the truth of oneness
Before they embedded their words which still plague us;
There’s no need to follow piously when you are
Leading yourself through infinity,
While entwined in the eternal dance
Between becoming and Being.
We will not forget.
But don't think you're off the hooking lie if your people were oppressed too,
Because your armies raided our Mother Lands,
Yet still, when you needed sanctuary,
She offered herself as home for your refugees,
And because I can see through masked fallacies,
No veil can hide your indecencies.
So tell me,
Will you really wait
Until our land is so dry that it starts to crack
To realize it's time to give back?
For without her, what is there to grow?
Her soils are rich with love;
Flourishing roots that will forever unite us all.
We will not forget.
Red for the struggle,
Because the colour of bloodshed cannot be washed
From our minds.
Blue for the ocean,
Because the ocean still connects us,
No matter how far we travel from home.
Yellow for the light of independence,
Because signs of our liberation slowly infiltrated the sky.
Green for the richness,
Because our culture; our land; our path is rich,
So expensive that our ancestors paid with their own lives.
But our soul lives on .
There are times I feel as though I am floating along like
The boats which carried our ancestors.
There are other times when I drown in the birthing
Waters which showed them mercy.
Then, there are the times when I am a child waiting on the Shores of life for them to come back for me.
Red
Because their blood;
It runs through us
Blue
Because their wisdom;
It nourishes us
Yellow
Because their light;
It saves us
Green
Because their art;
It lives in us
Even if oceans separate us, I will not forget.
I've seen people try to wash their minds with snow so White.
But I will not forget.
Because our land is cracking now,
And I believe our right of spring is coming ‘round.
There's a reason they keep trying to erase these narratives From history.
They created children who don't know where they're From anymore,
Who don't respect the richness of the ground, of the life They walk on,
Who don't find reverence in the memories of their Ancestry;
The mental slavery lives on.
So don't tell me that was the past and this is the now,
When otherness’ ancestral ghosts are still haunting our Soul.
It is us who must break through the illusions of forms,
The web of lies, the separation between you and I;
Abstraction’s
Wickedly.
Veiled.
Eyes.