I am the tongue of what you want to say but cant

Out of a vintage 1963 juke box non equipped with auto tune or robots

That breathes original like Mercury’s octave ladyodiva and Jackson’s effortless footwork’s.

I radiant for all to see and walks of life escapes kisses in May and steals snap shots of swag, stage presence in a 5’0 ft. afro eclectic woman

Yet

I know this woman who cries inside my bleeding heart and

Smiles in singing eyes that rejoices when they meet eye to eye for she has the most electric eyes I have ever seen

Loss of mystified rhythms of sweet potatoes and greens

She is the king of pop

Loss in a time zone

She is I and I become us in poetic marriage

Conceiving our names off the wall

Deducted of suspicious errors it comes across with purple violets with out of the box alphabets

Sprayed on side burns of forbidden echoes of raped pride

She taps her way to the tune of Vietnam’s parade of hope

Around Bo jangles staircases that read:

“Fight for cause that they know nothing of is their promise of beauty… and yet the devils compromise of love… to their country they are loyal but their country hides betrayal”

But yet Holiday’s strange fruit sweeps underneath the rug

Like an old Negro spiritual

Like the death of a forgotten soldier

To the beating of blind man till his dead

Lys to meet his creator… language of my mind

Remains loud but yet unheard

I live and die by the soul/funk

I am written

I love ur gif animation on ur profile very much.

[Edited 11/29/11 23:40pm]

Nice!

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