I saw Love

...in a conversation with Freedom

isawLove-resizing

I saw Love in a conversation with Freedom

methodic like refugees from silence destined for treason

melodic like rhymes of passion dancing with reason

chaotic like distorted, contorted, perverted realities

bushmen gone madmen, swearing their divinity

black diamonds cut the roots, now the baobab bleeds

but ubuntuists without borders

with the hitchhiker’s guide to the globe

bad to the bone, are bound to roam their way back home

unsung sankofa souljahs, sojourning for truth,

this Dahomey diva devising our coup,

Nu Afrikan Artivists, striving, thriving,

reviving the Move…

 

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