As If It Didn’t Have to Be That Way.
Brother, get real. Love was never spoken of behind your back.
Everything else was spoken of, but love was only when you were
together, two backs, beasts in love, what we all ache for and ache and
never speak of.
Brother, get real. You talk like them, but don’t call it love. With you its gotta be something else.
Brother, you fought their wars and prayed their prayers but in
their minds where you felt love, they saw a big swarthy, sabred beast
looming over their swords, out thrusting them in their own wedding beds.
Brother, you were a moor, and more Christian than them is still a
moor. But you bought it, you tried to wipe it off, wash it off with
their Jesus showers. Borther, didn’t you feel like a clown, like a punk,
like a sucker for playing their game?
You ain’t white. “The fountain from which my current runs or else dries up: to be discarded thence!”
You’re current flows dark, even light dark is still more dark than any Christian. Moors dont love, they rut.
Brother, it was those crackers that did it to you, it was your
own cracker aspirations that did it to you, and all she wanted was you.
All she wanted was you brother. All you wanted was love. Those
crackers played you out, brother, and you did it to yourself, killed
what they couldn’t have, what she wanted from you, what she gave to you,
what you couldn’t trust.
Sister, he can’t hear you. Sister, you can’t hear him anymore. Sister, you know how they are.
If it wasn’t him, it would have been someone else. They prize their swords and hold you there to prize them as well.
Sister, you asked I “How am I false?”
Sister, it wasn’t you. How are you false but in the words of
others? How are you false when all you say is yes! When you’re wedding
bed waits, and you are there showing him Yes!
Sister, love doesn’t happen between ewes and goats. Sister, your
father sees you as a lamb. And how can a lamb want love when love comes
with the sword, when your father loves only through his sword?
Sister, there isn’t no love unless you got some way to stand up for it. And even your own voice was helpless.
Sister, they always say you’re asking for it. Somehow, you know
they’re going to get what they want. And sister they just won’t hear
Yes! when you say Yes! They won’t hear No! when you say No!
You loved a man sister, thats where you got doomed. “I heard you singing “Let nobody blame him/his scorn I do approve.”
That was some bullshit sister. You had no choice. You had no
choice of standing by your self, so you stood by your man. You stood by
your murderer. You stood by and all you had was your voice and all he
had was his hands and all you had together was love. And they set out
to kill your love as soon as they saw it threatened their soft and
Sister, if only that love had been left between you. Sister, I’m sorry for you.
Brother, in the next life go for love first, Sister, claw your way
out of that wedding bed and find your love, for yourself, stand by that
love, and never submit.
Brothers and sisters, love is dead when we silence with our hands, when we choke off the flow between us.