(THE STRANGEST THING) A ONE WORD SUBMISSION PIECE
Born of the red clay of Georgia fields and the fine sand of Florida beaches.
Of people who sought preeminence on the backs of others.
Men who crushed spirits and cut babies from wombs.
Shattered lives and stunted growth.
Mothers crying for the unborn who would grow up in this fucked up system.
Shit so fucked up it reads like a made up Yeti tale.
Some of that cringing by the fire as an elder speaks of demon and monsters.
Yet I'm the midst of this some were born enigblactic, proud of the melanin.
Proud of the people that they originated from.
Their very nature quintessence, they the calm in a tragic storm.
Their very words pure African wisdom.
Some would lable these tomes arcane.
They born Gnostic in a sea of misinformation.
Such a sordid tale as broken down metaphorically.
Tears on a lions cheeks.
So many have died, gone the way of Foxfire and other B movies.
Trash on the proverbial heap.
It's a wonder that joy still exists at all as this tale Is told on a December Eve in 2019.
So many still begging for scraps on bended knees as others live like Kings and Queens.
A social disease conceived and formulated on stolen ground.
I had to tell you my people.
It's such a bizarre tale.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ.JM@GMAIL.COM MURPHY
WORDS SUBMITTED BY:
LEE BIG : ENIGBLACTIC
KEITH : PREEMINENCE AND WORD
THOMAS : GROWTH
MUSTAFA : YETI
STEPHANIE ROBINSON: QUINTESSENCE
JAY WADE : GNOSTIC
DETROIT CAS : ARCANE
ROE :FOXFIRE
JOY HUNT: JOY
GAIL RUCKER : BIZARRE.
