{OF WOMAN AND MAN} DEDICATED TO DONETTA
THE SOUND AS MAN STANDING TESTIFIES...
https://youtu.be/ppxWkMnaMG8
And my heart... My heart beats your name...
It trickles through my body and threatens to tear me apart.
My oh my.
you having awakened parts of me dead so long.
You have resurrected me and I emerge from the tomb of what was my existence.
My power having increased and I wanna show you the all of us.
Dry lake beds in Tanzania, bodies of water in the U.S.
Fields where my mother worked in the days of segregation when pickin tobacco was what niggas did.
That's what they called my mother back then.
But you know of these things cause you too have seen.
And my hand... My hand it wields magic...
Draws it from the air that recycled through the breaths that you breath.
Co2 that feeds the trees that cover us in their shade.
Sheilds us from the southern sun where we born will become one.
Children of sons born of suns, Daughters born of Isis.
We the hard core...
And my feet... My feet beat our beat...
Bass is the step as I walk this earth for you.
Solid beatdown.
Tribal drums thumping in the night.
I dancing in the light of our moon cause you are the earth and I the sun.
Redirection...
And my loins.... My loins seek of thee cause you are the other half of my physicality...
The cause of my eventuality...
The crux of my being.
I on the plateau of love stand firmly planted.
And my heart... My heart it beats your name
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
