(THE TREE, THE FRUIT, YOU AND ME)
THE MUSIC AS THIS TALE IS TOLD...
If I were the hypothetical Adam and you the supposed Eve I would bite the fruit for you.
Stand up for you in the face of great power.
Against insurmountable odds.
If I were the phenotypical African Abraham I would hold your hand as I driven from my fathers land restores the kabba and creates great nations.
I the black Moses would slay for your honor.
I the prototype for all the races.
They dwelling in my blood pumping heart and coursing through my veins.
I the son of Noah never cursed for how can you curse a black man black.
Such a poignant display of hatred of self perpetuated and displayed in the collective consciousness and painted His-Story.
I Ezekial screaming across a battlefield lined with bones.
I Job bearing trials and tribulations.
As Joseph I would free myself from mental prisons and become a ruler in Babylon...
Legend would be our memory.
Light our representation.
For you my dear I would take from the tree of knowledge in the center of the garden.
For without you I am nothing.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
