Traveling Man
By Gregory Tate
I’ve traveled the world from Africa to Mecca, Haiti, Jamaica, Russia, China, Europe, Brazil and Japan—
I’m known known around the world as The Traveling Man.
I’ve experienced the unknown and heard the untold—
I grasp knowledge and game from all my encounters, from the young and to the old.
I swam the icy Antarctic with great white sharks and killer whales—
Went on hunts in Africa with lions for wildebeest and gazelles.
I’ve climbed the highest trees and mountains with silverback ghetto guerillas—
Walked and talked on prison yards with all kinds of gangstas, thrillas, killas and drug dealas.
I made and sharpen steel, slept on diamonds and rubies in the darkest depths of the earth—
I’ve nurtured crack babies crying and shaking, before they were exposed at birth.
I’ve taken showers on the moon, went to barbecues on the sun—
I’ve partied the night away with women on the planet Saturn.
I’ve watched over and protected women who work the streets at night—
Selling their precious bodies to make ends meet, pay rent, and feed their children right.
I’ve taken stray AK-47 bullets for innocent children at play caught in the middle of drive-bys—
I’ve watched criminal trials as brothers and sisters are wrongly convicted, while district attorneys, police and snitches tell lists of lies.
I’ve sat in the White House Oval Office as presidents plotted destruction and corruption—
Went in prison cells as revolutionaries like George, Malcolm, Angela, Huey and Nelson planned to liberate the people with resurrection.
I assisted Sistah Assata Shakur in her quest to prevail from the manmade hell of a cell—
We disappeared in the darkness of the night, without leaving a trail—
Caught the first boat to Cuba to visit my boy Fidel—last name Castro,
For those of you who don’t know.
I went to the home of God, when the story of the world was first being told—
Wrote out in ancient hieroglyphics on clouds of gold—
Went into the black jungle of Sudan, where Africans are still being sold.
In the midst of the universal hell storm (covid-16)—
Warriors, kings, queens, revolutionaries, visionaries, scientists, liberators, demonstrators, fathers, mothers and children are born.
I’m the Traveling Man. There’s no other like me. I’m one of a kind—
I know your first and last thoughts before they enter your mind.
The Traveling Man, your subconscious mind,
The beginning and end, but not hard to find!!!
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