Massa

by Olivia Johnson

A powerhouse performance artist, with a background in social work. Olivia is a writer of many mediums, with most of her work reflecting the call for social acceptance of women of color.

We are all still slaves
Easily bought when that new cotton crop comes in
We are all still naive
Easily manipulated by a white man who believes he’s a God
We are all still children of God
Easily we forget that just as we forgot the jungles, the pyramids, the lions
We are all still, still, still
Waiting for the man to sell back our divinity
Still still, still
Waiting for the man to sell us that good gossip as truth
Still, still, still
Waiting for the man to sell our hearts to the devil for safe keeping
I watched them crops, planted the seeds out of my
love for what their potential could be.
I watched them crops, watered them seeds out of my
love for what their life’s purpose could be.
I watched them crops, weeded them stalks out of my
love for their someday that was yesterday’s stock
Still, still, still
I waited for the man to recognize my work
Still, still, still
I waited for the man to stop testing my faith
Still, still, still
I waited for the man to stop defiling my sisters in
quarters, while his wife waits in the big house
We are still slaves
Allowing this man, or any man, lay dominion over our
inheritance of chastity
We are still slaves
Allowing this woman, or any woman, to break
formation and forget her divinity
We are still slaves
Allowing this system to make us links in the chain of
the school to prison pipeline
But still, still, still
You… my beloved’s body is so…
Still, still, still
As he hangs from the tree of popularity
Still, still, still
My heart, I gave to him, rests in his clenched hands,
he tried to protect it
But massa, massa, massa
Had better plans for us
Massa, massa, massa
Had better knowledge of our twinstology
Massa, massa, massa
Had better pleasure making a show of our black love
By force
This whole existence has us believing
By force
We live, we work, we beaten, we work, we love, we
work, we hate, we work, we forgive, we work, we die
By force
We lose our clarity of them jungles, them pyramids,
them lions
Bye love
I take my steps towards your body
Bye love
I take my heart back
Bye love
I take steps away from you
Bye love
I’ll see you in reincarnation
Bye love
I hope we get it right, next time
Bye love
I drop the mirror down, feel nothing but my wings of
eternity
Bye love
I never lived my life in popularity
Bye love
I walk onto this divine path, full of uncertainty
Bye love
Massa had us all fooled
Bye love
Massa craved me to stay a fool
Bye love
Massa coveted my goodness
Bye love
I walk right past the fields I tilled with every
ounce of love from my body
Bye love
I walk right past the house that false promises
built
Bye love
I walk right past… massa
A broken, privileged, empty man
I walk, with my knowing, my knowing, my knowing
that I am my own destiny, my own divinity, my own
bravery
I walk, full of I am, I am, I am all that I am
I walk, with my God above me
I walk, with my Archangel Brother’s and Sisters
beside me
I walk, feet still sowing them seeds of lighted freedom
I walk, still, still ,still
Never to be a slave again.

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