(COSMIC WORDOLOGY ON THREE)
And I be...
I be trying to the words from the cosmic realm that would tell the black women how much they mean to me.
From the first... I mean the prototypical to now... Tell her thank you for allowing me to exist in these times.
For the birth of my father, my grandfather, my great grandfather and ad infinitum.
Thank you woman ripped from the darkness of before time, when time still existed.
Words that would free my people from the stigma slavery where we still find ourselves entwined, cause as long as we fight for it niggas ain't free... See?
God's descending into the evil of tricknowledgeology... Tricked into buying a lie that has become the reality.
Awful as that may seem.
A word ripped from the fabric could be the catalyst... Turn a nigga to a god or something like that.
It the big bang that would create new world African life...
Oh the glory.
But see I digress cause sometimes I fear the words... The words fall on deaf ears as I lie awake pondering these things.
Do they hear, overstand?
Such a conundrum as the fire, the fire burns in my belly.
My love... My love... My love for thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
