March is Women History Month

                                                                 An Ode to the Black Woman

The Black Woman is the key; within her breast flows the elixir to humanity’s destiny.

Though today she is sneered at and scorned, 

once she was heavily revered and divinely adorned.

Today she is lampooned because it seems she does not take pride in her hair. 

A Black woman who displays her woolly locks with honor, dignity, and grace is rare.

The Black Woman was once globally renowned; 

she was once the arbiter of who wore the crown.

In ancient Africa the king did not choose the Queen. 

The female was the bearer of the royal golden ring. 

And like the honey bee her voice uttered the Golden Mean.

In ancient Africa royalty flowed through the female line.  

She was recognized as the one closest to the Divine.

The female sat the standards of dignity, beauty, and grace.                                                         Her noble image adorned every temple’s face.

You were Maat – the Divine Archetype of truth, justice, righteousness, fairness, reciprocity, equality, and all that is good.     

You were Auset – The Royal Madonna, the Sacred Archetype of beauty, femininity, equanimity, and motherhood.

You were Athena -beautiful, melaninated, and intelligent; giving light and wisdom to the Hellenes.  

It was at your feet that the early Greeks came seeking enlightenment through visions and dreams.       (Asante.)

O noble Black Woman, rise and reclaim your majestic place.   It is upon your shoulders that hangs the destiny of the human race.    

O beloved Black Woman, stand up and reclaim your prestige, dignity, honor, and sacred space. 

The Divine One, and all humanity, is waiting on and watching you.   

You were the royal portal and divine gateway humans first came through.

You are Queen Yahotep, the gadfly of African liberty.   

You are Yamose Nefertiti, who always promoted her peoples’ prosperity. 

You are Harriet, a woman who refused to rest while any of her peoples were a slave. You are Yaa Asantewah, a Queen who dared teach men how to be brave. 

You are Rosa Parks, a woman who refused to be a traitor to Black peoples or the human race. With dignity she fought Aryanism and oppression face to face.

You are Queen Nzingha, Queen Tiye, Queen Amanirenas – and the legions of Black women who have fought to preserve our dignity in the midst of the insanity. 

You are the noble, melaninated sisters who know their worth, cherish their birth, and continually give light to humanity. 

You are Wangari Muta Maathai, a shining beacon light and voice for the truth.              With a voice to fight she is still an inspiration to environmentalists and our youth.                           She voiced the perennial African Cry:"Honor Nature, & protect our sacred earth and sky."  

You are Winnie Mandela, a noble, royal, and devoted Queen Mother.                             We will never forsake you Mama Mandela for grace and acceptance by another.

You are Maya Angelou, challenging her people to yet spring another surprise, and rise. Rise from despondency and despair, and breathe the radiant fresh air of liberty. Let the world know there is no reason to stare; within you there is always cause for glee. You are one with the Divine, you are the original humankind.  (Asante.) 

Let the woman of divine character say: “I am.”

Let the woman of integrity and virtue say: “I am.”

Let the woman of courage and determination say: “I am.” 

Let the woman of true royalty, loyalty, and honor say: “I am.”

Let the woman of persistence and unwavering tenacity say: “I am.”

Let the woman who knows her value, her space, and her royal place say: “I am.”

Let the woman who knows that she is the mother of all humanity stand up, and say: “I am.”

Yahweh is not a male being somewhere up in the sky.                                          

Yahweh is the Divine One that sustains and permeates you and I.

Yahweh is not Superman, a male deity – an anthropomorphic being.                                     Yahweh is the Divine Spirit that's the Source of All – including our thinking and seeing.

O noble, royal, and melaninated woman do not be ashamed to acknowledge your oneness with the Divine.  

It was with great vision and forethought that the Divine One made you the portal and gateway to all mankind.

Rise, my sister, and once again show all humanity your true majestic, royal, and divine worth. 

Tear down the walls of Aryanism, materialism, militarism, and hedonistic individualism. Halt the scourges of the four horsemen upon the earth.                          (Asante sana.)

                                                                                              Caleb Nehemiah Taharka

                 2020 – Clear Understanding

The questions are frequently asked: 

“Why has Black People caught so much hell? 

Why has African People always had so harshly to bear the task?”

“Were they cursed by the Almighty One?  

And accordingly burned and scorched by the sun? 

And ever since creation have always been a people on the run?” 

Open your ears, O world community and hear

what says the continuing pages of world history so clear 

that the Black man and woman are precious, priceless, and dear.

When the Divine One gave birth to mankind

It was a people of smooth skin, full lips, and woolly hair; 

it was a noble and royal African envisioned in Divine Mind. 

So clear your eyes and cleanses your heart of Aryan lies.  

Open your spirit to behold the enduring truth that reaches the skies: 

The nobility and greatness of Black people have always been attested to by the wise. 

Africans have always recognized the brotherhood of all humanity. 

Africans have always proclaimed the perennial message of human divinity.   

They have always acknowledged and reverenced the woman, and the virtues of femininity. 

Africa was the most majestic and richest area of the Ancient World.  

It was the seat of knowledge, and the center of spiritual development  for every spiritually hungry, deeply aspiring, and Divine-seeking boy and girl. 

So, when the Caucasoid brutes and Aryan savages first came out of the cave, 

they didn’t come as civilizers; or as a people with a campaign and mission to save.  They came as invaders, raiders, pillagers, buccaneers, and Vikings taking people to their grave. 

These Eurasian brutes and savage followers of Aryanu descended upon the Ancient World;  

and with ferocity plundering, killing, destroying, raping, and enslaving man, woman, boy, and girl.  

And all that these brutes and savages did not destroy-rape- or enslave, over the cliff they hurled. 

Let us end this madness begun so many years ago. 

Let us bring to a climax and cessation this tragic and bewildering show. 

And be the generation that puts mankind back on the civilized course, 

and be the ones to ride a more tame, trained, and truly divine horse. 

                                                                                            Caleb Nehemiah Taharka