[ OF LOVE] A BLACK MANS LAMENT
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Remember the promises that we made in the night when love was but a thought pressing against the pane of our beating hearts...
Remember?
You must overstand that I meant every word that my lips uttered as they escaped from the abyss of loneliness where I and I roamed.
A soul trying to break free of these human constraints, lost in an emotionless void in the desert of being.
I and I alone.
I share my truth with only a few, tormented soul that I be.
Been a warrior so long its all I know... I am who I was made to be.
These words are all I have to leave to a child who may do a web search for me in a classroom in 2933.
Seed of my seed, fruit of my creative tree... Blood that carries the essence of me and my ancestors.
Of love much can be said but my idea of love aint on T.V.
It aint what nobody else did or what they think.
Its bigger than all that we have come to think of it in this modern society where love is but a word in a sentence.
If I give you a diamond I am sentencing a child somewhere to a cruel death, if I buy you gold I am doing the same.
I shall never change for the spoken words of I shall never change... done lost to much of me to ever gain it back.
The things that I said are still truth.
I am still the same...
Just a man.
Al nas.
This is all I got to give.
This is all...
I got.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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