These photos were taken a few weeks ago just before giving a poetry recital at Queens Central Library.

My Trip to Shinnecock Native American Reservation

My trip to a Native American reservation.

Shinnecock Native American Museum

Shinnecock Native American Museum

I took a trip to the museum on the Shinnecock Native American Reservation in Southhampton, LI last week. While there, I learnt that only 600­­­­­ natives are currently living on the 800-acre area. The total population of the Shinnecock tribe is now 1500 with some living elsewhere or gone off to college, Ed, one of the curators, told me. He said there are a few…

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Join us at Queens Central Library Auditorium for an evening of Jamaican Folk Songs, Poetry and Drumming. Details on flier. Admission free. Bring your drums if you have.

Join us at Queens Central Library Auditorium for an evening of Jamaican Folk Songs, Poetry and Drumming. Details on flier. Admission free. Bring your drums if you have.

Time Immemorial

Time Immemorial

Saw this beautiful, floral sign at Miami International Airport en route to New York.

Saw this beautiful, floral sign at Miami International Airport en route to New York.

Our Glorious Past
There was a time when we walked this earth With such glory such dignity We were in our own land And we were kings and queens, princes and princesses We held our heads high We were noble, a royal nation Ours was a land civilized So civilized we ruled with each other And not over each other There was religious liberty In the land of nobility 'til the raiders came And forced unto us what they call Christianity And our history? We wrote our own history And told our own stories It was as we lived it We gave civilization to this world We gave art, science and literature too But what have we got in return? In return we were robbed We fell into the hands of thieves And they hold today what we had yesterday This exchange was not our plan Why did we become servants, when we were rulers? Why is a stranger now our master?
Remember now our history Way, way beyond slavery Remember now lest we forget Don’t say the Middle Passage Journey was too horrifying and long To remember where we’re coming from And think ourselves as mere descendants of slaves Forgetting the legacy our ancestors gave A culture so rich was to be passed on To Africa’s children, heirs to the many thrones So many kingdoms yet we were not divided The land was ours The food and the resources it provided Medical science and astronomy Were all part of that legacy This is where our roots lie In things noble and dignified We have to go back to our roots Find out for ourselves what is truth We no longer accept your lies Bury them because the truth must rise A civilized nation did not come and find a nation of savages Savages instead came and found a civilized nation And stole what we had for documentation But they could not destroy our oral tradition.
We’ve found what we have lost What was lost was stolen The history of our glorious past We’ve found it And now we reclaim it It’s ours!
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Our Glorious Past

There was a time when we walked this earth
With such glory such dignity
We were in our own land
And we were kings and queens, princes and princesses
We held our heads high
We were noble, a royal nation
Ours was a land civilized
So civilized we ruled with each other
And not over each other
There was religious liberty
In the land of nobility
'til the raiders came
And forced unto us what they call Christianity
And our history?
We wrote our own history
And told our own stories
It was as we lived it
We gave civilization to this world
We gave art, science and literature too
But what have we got in return?
In return we were robbed
We fell into the hands of thieves
And they hold today what we had yesterday
This exchange was not our plan
Why did we become servants, when we were rulers?
Why is a stranger now our master?

Remember now our history
Way, way beyond slavery
Remember now lest we forget
Don’t say the Middle Passage Journey was too horrifying and long
To remember where we’re coming from
And think ourselves as mere descendants of slaves
Forgetting the legacy our ancestors gave
A culture so rich was to be passed on
To Africa’s children, heirs to the many thrones
So many kingdoms yet we were not divided
The land was ours
The food and the resources it provided
Medical science and astronomy
Were all part of that legacy
This is where our roots lie
In things noble and dignified
We have to go back to our roots
Find out for ourselves what is truth
We no longer accept your lies
Bury them because the truth must rise
A civilized nation did not come and find a nation of savages
Savages instead came and found a civilized nation
And stole what we had for documentation
But they could not destroy our oral tradition.

We’ve found what we have lost
What was lost was stolen
The history of our glorious past
We’ve found it
And now we reclaim it
It’s ours!

Copyright ©

Tribute to our Ancestors

I’ll be sharing poetry at this event.

Saturday, June 14          Brooklyn, NY
Ancestors Circle
16th Street & Coney Island Boardwalk
Tribute to our ancestors of the Middle Passage

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The Commute

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I board the iron caterpillar

That meanders through the Big Apple

From Queens to Manhattan to Brooklyn and the Bronx,

It worms its way through the boroughs

Sometimes coming up for air

After it has burrowed itself

Through the heart of the earth,

Then I ascend

From my descent.

© Queen Majeeda 2014

Poet / Writer / Mother who records, performs and publishes her poems, as well as conducts poetry and writing workshops. She lives in New York and is the blessed mom of a high spirited toddler.
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