Said if I could stop
Writing of victimization
And hate of racial relations
And focus more on the beauty
Of the joy of our great relation;
Now, I continue to write about
The joy and beauty of our liberation;
The beauty of you being free—liberated
Required to do nothing…living here
Being free with me…with nothing to fear;
Because I’ve defied oppression and regression
That we may enjoy the love of the glorious
Resurrection; love being not so laborious
But love to the death—our arms crossed atop.