CHOCOLATE, COFFEE, A BLUNT AND A CIGARETTE
THE SERANADE...
You empress are my hot chocolate...
The Mocha in my latte...
My cocoa and my cream.
My jolt in the morning that helps to start my day... Keep me awake and dilligent through the night.
Your beauty having caused wars and ended them.
Power in your deep dark flavor born of fertile earth.
I turn you up again and again and drink of your strength.
In the bible, the quran and colonial history.
On imperialistic news reels where they show you big lips and nipples.
Always the absurdity.
On a corner in Tallahassee as you cross Macomb street.
All swinging hips and attitude...
Dress banging off your curves.
Turning me on as I sip a sip of you.
Caffeine rushing through my veins to my testerone filled brain.
My head, my heads tis swolen as I taste of you.
A sweet drink in a bitter place.
Memories of me and you on a voyage from the motherland to the ghettos of the Amerikkkans.
Hot chocolate, coffee, a blunt and a cigarette on a cold winters night.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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