my love is the moonlit streets
where people meet
and talk of sweeter days
and the sunlights rays
shine at another intersection of time.
my love is the love of solomon for makeda
that produced the new ethiopian nation
and motivates generations
to aspire and inquire
of queens and dreams
of years spent in the arms of Africa.
my love is the freedom felt when my name was called
and i walked away from life three times over in a prison cell
and i touched a tree cause it was reality and my tears fell
and nourished the grass that lay underneath my feet.
my love is your eyes as they look at me in that special way...
my body language is sway,
as i ride the vibe vibrant and alive
strong enough to survive
the blues of seperation
or the elation of adoration
at your seeming infatuation of i.
my love is the milk that flows from the breasts of life,
struggle and strife,
german chocolate cake at mama's house
while the children run in and out...
till night falls and peace and quiet returns.
my love is the sun and the moon,
the stars that fill the milky way,
today and yesterday,
alpha and omega
oh Allah you made me,
black woman you shine in my eyes,
in life i found love and a thousand deaths
cannot make me forget...forever.