{THE FUSE PRIMED AND LIT}
THE SOUND...


They told me a long time ago that I should shut my mouth... That I needed to hold on to truth and not let that shit go.
To let that shit go.
Sorry but that ain't me as I look at another dead black person on national t.v., pimped and paraded dead.
See that ain't me cause I can still feel the ghetto so many years away cause the ghetto ain't left me.
How I was viewed in school and in life.
They tried to treat me less than and I flipped that shit right back at em cause I knew that god was black.
That I was formed in his image.
That my people were strong from their born.
They want me to let go of the fact that their political system ain't ours... That it is designed to hold us back if we let it.
Yeah that.
That in the courtroom all you are is dollar bills as they sentence you to jail and prison... Sell you to the highest bidder... Work you for pennies a day.
Some whole new sweatshop shit.
Black men wearing their allegiance to massa as an honor... Nigga I done been to prison, and the masses take that as bravery with a mixture of stupidity.
The women take it as hard when in fact some of them prison niggas is bitches.
Looking down at the floor and mumbling in the face of the man on the podium...
Speak up nigga, I cant hear your plea.
Yep that.
They want me to shut up cause it might get me killed by the white folks... By some Uncle Ruckus ass black folks, By some young jits hanging out on a street corner cause I still roam the ghettos from time to time.
They want me to shut up cause they are scared.
Scared that I might ignite and annihilate as I exacerbate a situation.
Bricks and stones...
Bullets and explosions...
These words thermonuclear as they rain down from on high.
I the point of impact as I make contact.
They want me to shut my mouth...
I say to them, Wait for it...
Cause I got a whole lot more shit to say.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

{IN YOUR ARMS} DEDICATED TO YOU
THE SOUND OF ME HOLDING YOU AND SPEAKING THESE THINGS...
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And I sighing would hold you when the night falls and there is no more day... When the sun stands in another hemispheres skies.
I would hold you when the rain of tears on your cheeks turns into the puddles on the table... Reflecting us over and over again...
We the curved images.
Our lives spent apart as we learned of the harshness of humanity... As we witnessed so much joy.
The first steps of so many babies as time, it moves on.
I would hold you and tell you of my plans, for mine are yours as yours are mine... I loving you so would hold you suspended in the water as we bathe.
As I tried to absorb the impact of the trying times, they etched into our skin.
Old bumps and bruises...
I find myself wishing I had been there then but that was not the will of Allah.
All my energy so devoted to the essential you, your beatdown as it echoes in the caverns of my mind,
bounces off the walls and causes I to sway.
Your melodies and your bass playing in my psyche.
I would hold you in my fantasies where you take on so many forms... Wife, mother and lover.
My good girl and my bad girl.
My calm in the middle of the battlefield as bullets whine and black bodies drop never to stand again...
So long have we been in Babylon.
My empress I would hold you and look in your eyes as we discuss these things...
As the night turns into the dawn of new days....
I would hold you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY