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LOVE
by Ashanta K. Gleason/EGO
Black Love is deeply rooted to eleutheromaniac expressions from a past of: genoicide and bondage We grew From a land of blood and tears, And just as a tree, we fell Selfishly To those who profit off the fruit That germinates from seeds of our love But suga, they forget that This love is needed for all mankind to: Be.
Black Love shines so bright after centuries of it being: Terrorized, Dictated, Muzzled, by the plaited series of knotted leather. But Honey, like the moon, Even when our love can’t shine, It’s always here.
Black Love strengthens from trauma, But darling, it is free: We run Free to a land of milk and honey.
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