The shade of ebony..

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IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS WATER
AND THE WATER WAS OF GOD
AND THE WATER WAS GOD.
SO I..
I'M BESIDE THE WATERS OF OUR PARK OF FREEDOM
FREEDOM?
WHERE THE MOST LUSH OF THE CITY'S GRASS EXISTS IN BEAUTY SO BARE
SO RARE THAT ONLY THE EYES CAN TELL IT
THIS IS WHAT PROF.MAZRUI CALLED THE POETRY OF GRAND ISOLATION
THE DESOLATION AND HOPELESSNESS THAT BREEDS HOPE AND FAITH
THE PICTURE OF HEAVEN TO A DESERT DWELLER..
WATER..
IN ABUNDANCE,
IN THE BLISSFUL ETERNITY OF MOIST HUMIDITY AND WETNESS.
GODLY WETNESS.
THE HOPELESSNESS THAT MAKES ONE WANT TO DIE SO BAD
WHEN YOU WANT TO DIE SO BAD AND YOU GOT ONLY SAND AROUND YOU
YOU REALISE THAT YOU HAVE KEPT GOD WAITING
AND IN THIS WAITING HE GIVES YOU A SECOND MORE TO BREATH
WITH THAT YOU SHOUT,"ALLAH U AKBAR!"
HE IS INDEED GREAT AND YOUR LUNGS ACHE BECAUSE THE SHOUT BURNT,
THE THROAT IS NOW HOARSE AND THE TONGUE IS DRY..
I AM HOMO AESTHETICUS,
I INDEED APPRECIATE BEAUTY
THAT IS JUST ME
AND ME IS YOU,JUST AS SHE IS HE
THAT IS THE WHITE BROTHERS WHO LEFT EUROPE FOR VIRGIN AFRICA.
TO HAVE A SUN FROM CHRISTMAS TO CHRISTMAS,
TO HAVE PALE AND MILKY WHITE BECOME A GOLDEN TAN
TO ROAM THROUGH LEAFY AIRS
AWAY FROM SULPHUROUS ONES
AND TO STAND OUT
YES TO STAND OUT FROM A PACK OF THICK LIPPED EBONY BEINGS
TO HAVE FIRE BLOWN OUT OF A STICK AND PUT DOWN A MAN
TO COME,TO SEE,TO CONQUER.
VENNI VETTI VECCI.
YOU AND I NEVER DID THINK OF WHAT REALLY LAY AHEAD OF THE HORIZON.
THERE IS NO BLACK COLOMBUS OR AFRICAN SPEKE
AND THE GUIDES WHO SHOWED THEM AROUND REMAIN FACELESS.
WHAT WAS NEAR WAS NO DOUBT DEAR
AND WHAT LAY AHEAD OF THAT SPOT
WHERE THE SUN KISSES THE WATERS,WASN'T FOR US TO KNOW
NOT THAT IT DIDN'T MATTER,
IT DID.
BUT ONLY TO THE GREAT AND ALL KNOWING ONE,
THE SUPREME
SEE THEY CAN PROVE IT THROUGH PROFESSIONAL SCIENTIFIC ANALYSIS
THAT TRULY THE DARKER HIS SKIN IS,THE DARKER THE VOID INSIDE HIS HEAD.
AND ALL THAT HE DESERVES IS ONLY SYMPATHY
HE IS SHEM'S BLOODLINE,
THE CURSED ONES.
THE ONES THAT FROWNED AND GIGGLED AT THEIR FATHERS NAKEDNESS
THE ONES WITH THICK,CURLY,ANGRY AND STUBBORN HAIRS
AND WITH A THICK FLESH COVER TO MATCH
THEY MADE ME HATE I,
THEY.
WHOEVER THEY ARE.
I DON'T AND NEED NOT KNOW,
BUT THEY HAD IT PUSHED DEEP INTO ME
THAT WHAT THE MIRROR DID SHOW WAS UGLY.
THE LAST POINT IN THE PLEASANTNESS SCALE
AND BECAUSE THE EXTERIOR WAXED UGLINESS;
THE INTERIOR NO DOUBT REPRESENTED WHAT THE INTERIOR WAS
THAT WHY ITS BLACK MAGIC,BLACKMAIL,BLACK FRIDAY
AND A BLACK GOWN FOR THE RIPPER

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