THE CURSE... THE BLESSING... THE NEED AND THE WANT.
I spoke into existence rose from the ashes.The charred remains of my ancestors falling from my frame.
I the quintessential black man born of need not want.
So many who would confuse the two, so many confused by those in the pew.
Needs not wants, Jesus didn't drive a Cadillac or wear Jordans, not even the equivalent.
The ashes umbilical falling from my infant frame,
Voices calling my true name and I born screamed at the heavens.
Why must I see these things, why must I see this way.
Love such a fleeting thing, my tears turning into dust as the fall.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
I born speak of these things.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
