THE TRUE QUEEN STILL LIVES

[THE TRUE QUEEN STILL LIVES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... PAY ATTENTION..
http://youtu.be/zVE052V0ung


She born of a vivid dream in the place of my originality... the font of my creativity flows from her being.
I who burst forth from her womb as modern Dislocated African in a land away from that of my peoples birth and placement by Allah.
To forsake her would be folly for she is the healing of warriors who lost in battle roam blind... Scales over their eyes.
Scales tipped in the favor of the enemy who has placed seemingly impenetrable odds on the path to truth... Made self hate a fashion statement.
Blond hair, blue eyes and fairy tales.
She remains the constant in her natural state born of the clay and water of a stream in the Motherland...
Her hair the trunks and branches of the tree, the darkness of night in the blackness, the spirals of the universal found in her nappy roots.
She contains the map that shall lead all men home, raiders, pirates and slavers have sought her booty... claimed that they sought treasure while the treasure was always right in sight.
She is my queen and her story is mine just as mine is hers as we, some lost and others found live in such confusing times.
The map in plain view.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY