(RED CLAY AND SHADE)
THE SOUND WAS PICKED BY DONETTA RHODES...
https://youtu.be/xJIPn_20lxE
You remind me of wayyy back...
Barefeet and red clay.
You remind me of my birth to a Melanic queen and a African king...
Pomegranates and pecans...
Tadpoles and snails and shit.
I birthed in Frog Hole...
Back alleys and drunk folk...
Barber shops and beauty parlors...
I in wonder beholding.
You remind me of our growth... Our potential and I don't wanna let go...
Can't let go...
Each revolution a question, an answer.
You remind me that I gotta, gotta keep livin.
Just anotha day so I can hear your voice.
I such a weary traveler as I know you are.
Stratospheric challenges and dropped down lows...
Angelic rises.
Glinting glass and high rises...
An old brick church with a steeple to the sky.
The bells toll.
I would hold you, I would hold you, I would hold you..
And I don't wanna let go. Nooo.
You remind me that there once might have been perfect love...
That there might be heaven on earth.
You such a part of me...
You remind me of we, born of African clay.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
