Coding the Heritage

So many trees and vines
Were cast into obscurity
No machete could ever be strong enough to unlock
This mysterious bloodline
After curious attempts, I had to find this cryptic element
One strand of wisdom had to be taken
To know who I really was
And to have pride in where my ancestors trod.

Cerebral Bondage

I believed those lies
Such a construct to downplay
Any greatness that’s inside
These triple standards
Stunting the self-esteem’s growth
Of people like myself