Love being
In the warm
Sunshine of day
And being
Embraced by
Ebon night
With mine eyes
Canvassing
Nature’s beauty
My nose
Smelling it
And my tongue
Tasting her
Sweetness…
Yet
No matter
Where I choose
To thread
In this life
Here
There’s an anomaly
For me
In my journey—
Be it
Walking
Running
Driving
Sitting—
Ole man death
Seems to be
Always wanting
To be
The best companion
Traveling with me
Because he feels
Every
Black man moving
Freely
Tends to warrant
His company…!
In a true
Allegorical
Analogy of
Amore life
Would the
Hen and rooster
Of A freely
Laid
White-shelled
Egg
Desire it to be
Fried
Scrambled
Or
Boiled
To please
Want to be
Company…?
So why
Should life
Be
For a free
Ebon-marble
Rolling
Rhythmically
Like me?!