Hypothetically …
hypothetical
If this was the last conversation,
we would have until eternity… what would you say to me ? if angels came out of
the sky and said they were here to take me home and we could share one last embrace
how long would you hold me for …
If the tables were turned
and I was your rib and you were the first mould from clay, how would you treat
me, because lady I will admit as a man we as a collective not “I”, we dropped
the ball in how we do it… for that I am sorry
Would you come to my
rescue if I cried out mayday? Actually would you come to my rescue me if I cried
period, would you rescue me if I was too proud to cry, you see as man I get hit
places you can’t see and bleed in actions called dysfunctionality, I don’t need
you to do what the last generation did and you tolerate me, rescue me by the
way you talk honour cover love and hold
me …
If I was strange fruit
hanging from popular tree’s swaying in the wind eyes popped out, blood on my
hand blood on my knees where they beat me to would you be the first one to run
through the crowd at the risk of joining and cut me down, hold my cold body and
breathe life back into me my queen because in 2016 as a black male I am swaying from that tree…
Hypothetically …
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