(MAGNITUDAL)
THE SOUND...THE BEAT...THE RHYTHM...
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As artist would I draw you on this parchment...
Sketch you in lines and scribbles... Alluding to the beginning... In the beginning.
Translate the hieroglyphics of your stretch marks.
Speak your image into existence all brown eyed and flared hips... Lips so plump and succulent... The broadness of your nose.
An artist I would paint you on city walls where you would look down brown eyed at the little African children walking by.
The spirals of your nappy hair as universe...
Allusions of life erupting across the cosmos.
A playwright I would write a sci-fi where we: you and I would be the prototype.
Erupting as stars birthed from the spark... The big bang.
I the renaissance born of the life you bore...
A singer I would bring tears to eyes as I speak of trials and tribulations...
Struggle, strife and total ignorance as our people governed by skin tone and class systems rip our nation apart...
I would rap about our ultimate resurrection... Spit bout 60 bars bout it...
Such inspiration and the crowd bouncing in inspiration...
I would stand on the mountain side and drop tablets.
Broad strokes, musical notes and sketch lines devoted to thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
