Just a timid theory that tried to lead us away from our history,
a naïve spirit of judgment that sought to distance us from the beauty of our reality,
an intelligence corrupted by blind perception.
Our silence was the guardian of our future emancipation.
Our sleep was never truly restful.
We are waiting for the day when no one will tell us that dreaming is impossible.
Through orality, we heard what belongs to us without ever claiming it aloud.
Across centuries, our protected history has been passed down from generation to generation.
Where are we now?
Everywhere even in every corner honoring, remembering, and celebrating with pride and nobility the strength of our Afro-descendant ancestry.