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No matter how hard heated hatred
may try…
We’re permanent navels from stolen wombs
and we’ll never die…
We will never be flushed down your racist
stained drain…
Like stinking flowing muddy waters of
falling rain—
With decaying floating faded fallen leaves
from the ground—
For like the clouds in the sky, we’ll always
be around…
For we are like the reflecting moon of the sun
waning and waxing…
Reflecting clever ebon humanity ever-present
and ever exacting…
We’re now here to stay by that loving decree
from above…
We’re that reflected beaming beauty baptized
with peace and love…
Your racist bigotry will never ever get rid of my beautiful
ebony people and me…
We’re permanent roaring waves to your sick stinking shores
of the middle passage sea….
