(WHERE WE STAND) A COLLAB FEATURING DENISE OLIVER
THE SOUND...
Humbly I take my place as a queen by no other name but yours I will carry with honor and respect making a statement that black love matters as I am the nurturer of our roots keeping them fertile with love and devotion. Stand defiantly and fight against those who threaten your position being your eyes and ears while your protecting our home front honoring my position as your queen. I admire your physical attributes the strength in arms that's willing to carry me when I'm to weak to stand, the love you show me daily aswell as your mental strength that helps to keep me focused when I'm losing my vision of our unity when the road gets tough.
Never have I felt the need to surrender my all but trusting you is easy because you have proven yourself worthy and of so much more.These things I say to you without discretion but with sincerity of heart as we continue to fight for our freedom my earth god, teacher and king.
My love celestial and need to tell you these things... I not bound by philosophy nor tethered by psychology would stand beside you a king.
My heart pumping fragments of you mixed in with shards of where we have been, our story the reason I stand the way I do.
A warrior willing to die a thousand and one deaths for you.
I would bear horrendous treatment before i would allow anyone to hurt you.
A flutter of your hair and I berserk would wreak havoc in your honor.
Your homeliness so attractive that my whole insides dissolve into liquid when you are in my arms.
I steel melted down fluid and kicking off sparks
You my cast where I am formed.
A rub against stone and I am the sharpened sword designed to cut those down who would dare to stand in our way.
I born black and proud and looking at you.
My queen, my earth, the cosmos contained in your hair talking of our birth and our enslavement.
I saying the things.
DENISE OLIVER AND JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
