by B.T. Bonner

Last night I dreamed of Revolution
one hundred million black men
from Chicago to New York
Africa to Afrolantica
marching the streets in unison
demanding back their forefathers acres and
enslaving their Captors like mules
their hearts swollen with pride
as they police their neighborhoods
their pockets phat as they open up their shops
vote for their own government officials
enforcing their rights
cleaning their streets
families renaming their children
while they dance in the streets
pop-locking and jumping double dutch
with a sigh of relief
there hearts can finally be Free
their burden can finally be lifted
from the heavy load
and they are reassured
that Black is beautiful baby........

Paradise by B.T. Bonner

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