Black Love has been destroyed....

I am enraged and I am saddened. I tremble as my vengeance brews.

Mark my words, dear scholars, I shall show you pain. Study well my friend, study well.

Destroy ME? Impossible. Your mind is not so clever.

I am energy. I am life. I am love. I am everything.

Destroy ME? How dare you wretches believe yourselves worthy of such a bold endeavor?

I am joy. I am vitality. I am peace. I am everything.

Destroy ME? Laughable, at best.

I am the thread of life's tapestry. I am the warm summer wind. I am the smile on an innocent face. I am everything.

Destroy ME? Surely, you jest.

I am the stone that shapes the diamond. I am the gravity that orders balance. I am the tie that binds. I am everything.

Destroy ME? A task fit for a fool.

I am grace. I am Heavensent. I am eternal. I am everything.

Destroy ME? A joke, so very cruel.

I am here. I am now. I am awakened. I am everything.

I am Black Pride. I am Black Unity. I am Black Love.

You have sent your slave ships.

You have sent your Plantation masters.

You have sent your Klansmen.

You have sent your Willie Lynch program.

You have sent discrimination, incarceration and degredation.

You have sent your crack epidemics.

You have sent in your propoganda experts to tarnish my image.

You have been at war with me for a long time now. You will never win.

I am a conductor on the Underground Railroad.

I am a Black Panther.

I am a P-Stone.

I am a Blood.

I am a Crip.

I am the RBG movement.

I am Soul Music.

I am R&B.

I am Hip Hop.

I am a Summer cook-out.

I am a family reunion.

I am the smile between neighbors who have never formally met.

I am the rally against police brutality.

I am the march against injustice.

I am the Dream.

I am the means necessary.

I am the reason the struggle continues.

I am him, I am her, I am all of them.

I am the uppity Negroes, the disrespectful Niggers and the onary Jigaboos.

I am intelligent.

I am beautiful.

I am real.

I will soon be recognized and you will have lost.

Destroy Black Unity you say? I beg you to tell me the punchline.

Destroy Black Love you say? I am tickled to no end.

Destroy Black Pride you say? I invite you to lose again.

Shots fired

The loud cracking sounds of the hammer igniting the gunpowder draws me closer.
The ominous smell of fire and 'burn' from the barrel of your gun, is like perfume to me.
You shoot, and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

The sound of the barrel revolving is like you whispering my name at night.
The nickel plating, the rubber grip, the perfect shoes and dress.
You shoot and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

The extended clips are equivalent to extra love from you.
The slug in the chamber just tells me you've been waiting for me.
You shoot and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

The hollow points, the .223s and the .50 cal shells just tell me you're a complex variety of things I love.
The snub nose screams discretion, the pearl handle tells me you're eloquent.
You shoot and I run closer to you.

I am not bulletproof.

Your accuracy at the range tells me....
Shit! I just got shot.
Like an assassin to my heart, your scope has been accurate, and I am now dying.

One shot, one kill.

You shot, I ran closer to you.

I wasn't bulletproof.

I love you. Now please, don't leave me here to die......

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