For me the definition of true black love is the mystery within myself out comes an enlightenment who have feathers mended as one structured as two wings bound to a body with a tail though underneath are two feet used for landing and my breast is hefty of warmth eyes into the skies beak shut wingspan widen soar over the winds my essence must fly or die trying to be me failing to be what they thought i was flapping downward keeping afloat good pride can you define true black love from within your inside?
It exist everywhere outer space with lights on or not to include when eyelids shut dream open up or could it be reality? Ah yes within your chest cavity or just whole body without x-ray vision, then again maybe into the next room behind you from the right turned to the left looked at above under below in between your toes the shadow has none cause you are standing on theirs plus i cannot wait until my two roses finally darken to the black stage of life beauty is below skin deep they lay on my pillow every night and day as my true black loves who never sleep.
(Diary of a Black Man: Just An Illusion) Copyright 2014
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