THE MOUNTAIN WE CLIMB

 

THE MOUNTAIN WE CLIMB

Source @godkingguyanese

She is the vine

She is divine

She is the rhyme,

Keeping us strong and alive

She is our eternal life,

Wondrous as the heavenly signs

She has been designed

to be pretty and bad for our dark nights

She is curvy as sixty-nine

She is our sweet and holy wine

Whatever, she is the mountain we climb

She is our blacksmith,

Forging us into warm plain sheets

She is maternity,

Delivering us onto white bedsheets

With her efforts, we’ve become malleable,

Processed into something valuable

She is our holy ground,

Our firm background

The mountain we climb

Drinks in the sun’s rays

She vomits out its beauty,

Splattering melanin across her skin

Our supreme being,

Got the swag and drip

She shoulders everything inside

Indeed, she’s the mountain we climb

We are like Jack and Jill,

Tumbling down into her valley

We really have no stamina

Stopping us from her pretty phenomena

Our mountain is under daily threats,

It is our duty to protect her

Else, we shall suffer in famine,

And have nothing

Our lush vegetation

Is seriously facing degradation

If our leaders seem not to care,

I wonder who will, then.

B.Y.E.²¹

APRIL 17