The Revolution is almost here, we must reproduce, baby.......
I will fight for you my Black Queen....
From the bushes, we'll rise and create tomorrow.........
Queen, make your magic potion so we sail across the Atlantic ocean to Africa....
Baby, I ate your tongue last night,
it tasted like how you talked: it tasted
like how you described our future, it tasted
like how you said our Black marrow would
meld and turn us into one Black hole
that would encompass the
universe.
Your tongue crisscrossed & roamed
my galaxy as I welcomed you home.
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