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Oh how I wish my words could
sometimes be shields---
rather than the necessary poison tip
swords that often miss---
targets lurking from without as well as within.
It is passing strange that the words written
cannot be seen as what they mean: Love.
Love for you---the children---us---our people.
Love longer than the rope of time.
Oh how I yearn to write of this vibrant love
bleeding from my shackled heart---dripping
to your luscious ebony sheen lips;
caressing your sable vivacious hips;
sipping from the essence of your voluptuous loins.
Listen---as I continue to battle for us to be free;
continue to be here for me: look deeper and you will see---
I’m stronger than you and they ever conceived me to be.
