(UPON YOUR NUDITY)
THE MUSIC...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btEoW6hFSu4&feature=youtube_gdata_player
The day that I stop praising the African queen vangloriously will be the day I cease to be.
The day that other men write of me.
Tell lies of me.
From my inception I have upheld you as queen.
The other half of me.
When they talked of you in his-story I picked you out, dusted you off and put you on the shelf of nobility.
When they paraded pale skinny imitations of you across the movie screen and in the pages of magazine's I unswayed saw beauty in your curves.
In the bump of your thump.
They who say that you uncovered are something to be ashamed of.
They led blindly by the wolf.
He who enslaved us so that he could have you as he pleased.
Rape and half white babies.
Pure trickery and blasphemous fuckery perpetuated upon we.
The children of the sun which caressed our skin as we born of earth arose and walked pon two feet.
Built civilization on virgin ground.
You swaying and grating, poised in graceful repose...
I resting on your softness... Suckling at your breast.
They would quiet me if I were not boom sound speaking upon you... The thunder... The lightning.
I bring you shining forth from the darkness of my subconscious... 3d.
I have loved you... I will love you... I shall love you.
Till the day I lie cold...
Till the day I die.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
