[KNOWLEDGE BORN] AN EROTIC EXCURSION
THE SOUND OF YOUNG LOVE AND REBIRTH...
http://youtu.be/UMiFEEAMF9s

And I tasted the melanin in her skin...
I a young man in the heart of the ghetto... She a young queen.
Eyes of brown that spoke to me of the first meeting of Adam and Eve as renamed by a white man.
They the prototypical stripped of their Africanicity... The truth of it all.
I kissed the outer layer of her epidermis and pictures erupted pineal and threatened to shatter the hemispheres of a young brain in the brick dwelling where we lay...
Two lovers entwined in a naked embrace...
She becoming the habitation for my manhood so hard and engorged... I needing her so very badly that the air seemed to thump...
I digging my fingers into her scalp felt the skin and scratched and she responded... Arch her back and took me deeper than I had ever been.
Took me to a place of plenty, a garden of great renown where the fruit grew fragrant and sweet from knowledge trees.
Where the air clean sang a song of the birds and the bees that flittered by, such joyous color that I transported across time felt the concrete and the chaos fall away.
I standing in the presence of the greatness of her creation.
Slack jawed at the beauty of all that she had unlocked in my soul... The pure magnitude.
I covered in sweat dripped as H20 to her skin and it mingled with the aqua of her and shimmered in the dim light... Became a part of the lubrication that eased the reentry...
I falling through space and time saw us as African, as slave, as the current denizens of the projects where we lay in this modern land Babylon...
I tasting of the melanin in her skin...
I reborn.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]

[BUTT ASS NAKED AND THROWN TO THE WOLVES]
THE LION SOUND...
http://youtu.be/3RKGKIxfWrs

Naked and exposed we stand scrutinized by the world...
We still enslaved by what "they" think of us.
By what we think of ourselves and we wear the chains as jewelry...
We wear the clothes handed down to us... They bearing the names of our oppressors.
We wear them proudly and think that they separate us from those who cannot afford them.
We talk about them in whispers in the church pews as they pass by... We walk by them on street corners and hold our noses up in contempt.
Look at them...
We see them as they are shoved beaten and bruised into the back of police cruisers and say that cant happen to me...
My child will never be the one lying in the street...
He or she will never be the one that we march for...
We naked and exposed wrap the blanket of false security around our bodies and tie the blindfold of just-us around our eyes.
The president is black and while he makes war in foreign countries here we are victims of the worst sort of genocide...
We expecting the children of Aryans and KKK members to take a stand for us as they try to distance themselves.
I never had slaves, all the while working you till you die poor and unable to pay for a funeral... Selling you insurance and growing rich off your hard labor...
The sweat of your brow... The skin of your hands... The time that you spend away from your children as they are indoctrinated into the school of new niggas as taught on BET and Empire.
How to make a new nigga as taught by the descendants of Willie Lynch and drawn up on a classroom chalkboard...
A P.H.D. in niggalosophy hanging on the wall...
A white Mercedes and a house in massa's suburbs where you try to distance yourself from your heritage...
Where you run from your true legacy...
Naked and exposed in the concrete jungle we are devoured by the wolves.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY