Musing while rearranging my bookshelf.

I write this
Quietly
To myself

I say it, I sometimes
SHOUT IT
I mean it
To the depths of my heart

There is a pool of hate
Rotting in my soul
A joy turned to disappointment
A hatred so strong
That the love I hold becomes fetid

I LOVE BLACK MEN
I do.
I lust after them
Hurt over them
Spin at night because of their beauty
War without compromise because
In my mind, heart, womb
My wounded soul

Keeps shifting her thought

I AM in LOVE

Because he’s GREAT

I am so angry today
When the BLACK MAN
Who said it takes millions to hold us back

Trips himself
He taints me

When James Durham, unmixed, of Philadelphia
Taught Dr. Rush –
One physician to one learning humanity

When A.A. Whitman’s lecture
On his baby Paul Quinn College
Inspired by Job v. 23
Is stepped upon

Creation sings of God the Creator said Bishop Haley
Why now does my Black man
Deny God in himself
In Christ, a Black man
In Muhammad, a mixed Black man
And tread upon the hearts
Of his beloved wives

Why says my Lover,
That he would rather be a slave
Than A MAN

Why has he cast off his crown?
...i love u

[**Photo from 'Africa Counts' by C. Zaslavsky]

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