THE LIONS DEN

{ FRIED AND SCRAMBLED } A LOVE POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE AFRICAN QUEENS...
THE BEATDOWN FOR THIS ONE... PUREST HEART FYAH...
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Thy Empress, art the planet that I shine my rays upon..
As I dawn these new days where a black man ain't afraid to speak thine beauty into the ages...
Speaketh highest of thee.
Break the beat pon thine essence.
Make a distant son think of thee as he wakes under another sun...
He a distant relative see?
I who seeith thee as the salve for these wounds of mine...
I would spark lightning pon thine loveliness and bringeth forth thunder that shakes the ground in its rumble...
I scrolling this lyrical symphony would rend asunder preconceived notions of you as a bitch and a hoe.
A neck rolling, head popping parody...
That shit right there.
My rays would warm thine surface and heat thine very core...
Stir your depths into the hypothetical being queen see ?
The thump in the trunk of life that takes I down this highway where people stand by...
Another time and place and I am being...
Swept along.
Some of that hypercality of whichest I speak.
We reigning thermonuclear in our manifestation...
We knowing who we be.
Thee and I of whom I a poet speak as I drop the syllables and screw these verbs...
Chop us up and rebuild us as soliloquy...
Our light...
Our light...
I lovest thou so.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY