They took something from us you know
Not what you think it is
This ain’t bout our flesh stolen from home, yet it is
This ain’t bout our tongue set ablaze with native language, yet it is
This ain’t bout our freedom, yet it is
We can’t ask them where is our fire when they the one who stole it
Thought they stole it
They all love the idea of black girl magick to an extent
They don’t want no real magick though
They tell you hoodoo be evil when what was evil was the oppression that created the need for it
They vilify us and for so long we have listened
But where is our fire?
I am telling you that it be in the magic
In the presence of our ancestors and deities
Our fire be in the water that fell from the sky
The water that seeps into the earth
This water has fallen onto our ancestors and made its way back to us
They taught us that it was odd to collect water
They taught us that it is evil to kneel at the altar
They filtered our religion out and told us calling on our blood was evil
But once again, what was truly evil?
Do not allow them to tell you the answer to
where is your fire?
They flinch at my tarot cards
They label spirituality insanity
They mock me for standing at the crossroads
But listen, I am simply embracing that fire
It is in us and it won’t die
It is waiting to be used
So embrace your fire
embrace your fire
embrace your fire
Cuz they thought that they smoldered the flames in us
and they were wrong
Magic breathes in our blood so ask yourself
where is your fire?
Then harvest it
