(I LOVE YOU SO)
THE SOUND... DON'T MISS IT...
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When my world crumbling trickled through my fingertips and became sand filtering through the waist of the hourglass of time.
When my universe stood still and threatened to leave me suspended, naked and exposed in the vacuum...
Wandering in desolation and dying inside.
I man closed my eyes and caressed your visage with my psyche.
It seeming to be the only thing that could free me from the crushing conspiracy.
Your image became the bricks made of straw and clay that I used to rebuild my house, my city, my world.
Gold glittering mixed in, diamonds reflecting off the moisture of your teardrops...
The pain of us dying, knowing our children left behind would still be slaves.
Their children would serve the same system that had raped you so viciously...
Left me an example cooling on a slab as they cut away at my body.
Distorting evidence to hide the fact that they cursed my superiority.
The fact that though they had tried genocide we still survived... A reminder of their continuing crimes against hue-manity.
A reminder that monsters most often wear homo-sapien skin.
That a smile can also mean evil things.
I knowing these things opened my eyes and sought you out.
Trying to explain as bullets bearing my name fell spent to the ground.
As you wavering in and out of substance remained the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.
I reaching down to gather the grains.
Picking them up and trying to rebuild you in the image of Isis...
The image of Queen Sheba...
The image of Nandi...
Trying to carve you from the crumbling world that I once in Allah's chambers held in my hands.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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