I humbly oblige your request for Love.
I am moved by the passion with which you speak of
the kind of Love you don’t read about in the news papers
see on CP24
The kind you feel before you breathe the last breathe after fighting a good fight
for a great cause.
You only hear about it,
feel it while attentively listening to the stories
eager ears perked while you patiently anticipate –
demand – your own story.
Yet, I have it.
God gave Me this to give to You
Everything you need to get by,
to fly, Love.
Let’s go home so I can recharge you.
Come, refill your calabash here.
See your daughter, your son,
Our Love Child -
Black like the Beginning.
Dark like Peace.
Nappy like Freedom.
*Ah, indeed creating has spited destruction.*
Love is what Love does and this love is our weapon.
Let it adorn you in the armour of onyx skin.
Let it be your ammunition,
the rhythmic click in your reload.
Let it be your arrow.
Let’s fight for it and live for it and
make sweet love on the battlefield.
Attention, forward march, kiss, gyrate hips
Awaken all the elements to rise and celebrate this glorious revolution
Run! I’ll cover you.
We just need to commit to working together
and understanding one another
Brother, I hear you.
And I vow to respect you and to protect your heart because
*I still love You I still love You I still love You I still love You
How I love you.*
We know much better than to not get along.
I know, I’m tired too
But if I can just take time to look I’ll see that you reflect hope in your eyes.
I promise to look. I’ll try my best.
I know you know I can – we can live…
If you’re wondering, if you’ve ever wondered;
in the end, We live.
Raelene Bailey 2015
-Inspired by ‘Blackened’ – Jordon Veira (2015)