We made love to the rhythm of Baracks victory, and dedicated it to our grandmothers and grandfathers who learned to love through depressions. Sweating out slave trades, blood soiled grounds,Mississippi trees and there strange fruits,the molestation of our culture as well as our queens, jim crow laws, needles placed placed in our hands to do destruction,flooded lands, and fallen towers we did this as a promise to our kids and our kids kids that they'd have there chance, we made love to let them know we would never turn back, never allow the depletion of our people happen again and just as God promised never to flood these lands again we promised never to hold our heads down for we have to much to keep our heads up for, made love so that our country could hear us so that she knows we will not let her forget our past but we would continue molding her future, we made love to drown out the horrid sound of bush politics. We made Loveand with each thrust and asthmatic breath we blessed our beloved country, thanked her for the blood, sweat, and tears that made us who we are, we told her to keep her forty acres and her old rugged mule,because we don't want it, we told her this time we'd willing allow the erection of the foundation of her new land to happen on our backs because we see it needs our strength. We made love. And just we emptied ourselves of life forms we called out the most highs name and thanked him, for we knew he was pleased and blessed our love. We found sweet slumber in front of a fire place in Harlemand we began to dream in color, in unison and in those dreams we continued to make LOVE!
11.06.2008
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