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Reflection

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Eye Black woman ride bus crossing ... the East River on Fridays just to be with God ... wearing a dashiki, a body blend essence of peppermint,eucalyptus and givenchy...remnants of raw mango butter sparkle sheen sepia skin...sunglasses reflecting Dylans poetry on lens ...slips in and out daydreams... the last time I held his frame...exchange moments...movements severe as East River roping waves rage against rocks offer a natural shine...the passing of time restless ticking... clicking about brain evolution ... I be bronx bound where hip-hop murals cross street sections borough to borough connection hustlebrother barbershop... Cornbraids...locks... God strength resonate within...confirm constitution stroll as Godly Queen through Harlem 125th ... stare in despair our hearts full of protest the climate baby... It's the climate baby... its all wrong and we're tired of those house negroes bowing down singing those old negro spirituals.. plead the forces to be; to come correctly ... In a racist society where white towers with stolen property and power...lies told to believe...don't be deceive this is the matrix... s get UP off your Goddamn knees ...and Breathe ..."I'm ... We're better then THAT!" we can suceed... Original man tight with an agenda salute cause... "You're Official"... Both hometown...Homegrown in Harlem and bronx bound everything from Harlem ballers,Boxers...Bronx Bombers right down to his 5% thru and thru.... I am Queens without a doubt spun out of Run DMC...mouth... Tribe called Quest spout out Catholic school good girl rules... the you and I turn the past life pages to new chapters using mathematics...our cipher revolving... through our boroughs maze to stand Is - lam...void the pulpit pimps and their sanctamonious whores...waiting by stained glass doors Is-lam...way of life...we be Peace undoubtedly... I am the very berry of earth soil of fertilization manifest nation with education and ALL-AH....for future generations gather knowledge ... Belong holy Khalwa...finely Divine... 2016 Lepadah

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LP45 says:

Nice write Atlantalockheart. Thank you for sharing.

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