(THE ACTUALITY OF ALL THIS ACCOUNTABILITY)

We been living under this savage system so long.
Our ancestors lying in stolen ground, been dead and gone.
Babies born in the grip of poverty, we living in a system of of no accountability.
Not from the clergy, the government, nor from these streets, seen?
And here we are in a new century still calling each other niggas, bitches and hoes, buying cars, shoes and clothes.
We dying for these things that have no real value cause if you died today you can't take none of that shit to your grave... Can't leave it to your kids cause you still making payments.
Heir property don't extend to anything but tangible things.
Such a sad reality as black life don't mean a fucking thing... Not to the police, the courts or the government, seen?
Such a savage system foretold in holy scrolls that interpreted by preachers became the chains of slavery.
A moment in the land of the free and the home of the brave...
A moment suspended in this insanity.
We been living under this shit for far to long.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(OF HEAVENLY LOVE WOULD'ST I MAN SPEAK) DEDICATED TO AND INSPIRED BY TOYA.

I have loved you since the beginning of time... Every since the first day I opened my eyes in recognition.
I a newly created man awakening on a world of plenty... It continuing for as far as I could see.
Men in later times would make books which would speak of we... Osiris and Isis, Adam and Eve... The beginnings of humanity.
We so in love that our unions would be spoken of until these modern times... When these modern times are our children's ancient his-story.
I have seen your face in my vivid dreams which wake me up breathing rapidly... Sheets wet with the fluid of our sex... I trying to hold on to the memories... Begging to know your name.
I walking have looked in nooks and crannies, In the massive crowds, clubs and churches, temples and masjids... Such a daunting task as I have faced the jubilations and the heartbreak, the pure pain and the agony alone.
Surrounded by these beings who have their own problems... My mind in such a vivid quandary... I in my seeking have prayed on bended knee, as I walked among humanity... All to no avail.
You remind me of these things every time I glance of thee, so far away yet so near... The fulfilment of all my dreams in sleeping and waking, I in holding your hands in conveying these things.
If only... If only...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY