Legend

You’re the galaxy condensed in Black beauty, in God beauty, skin historical like onyx, like maduros and chinola. You’re glorification. Enriched with culture and music, you taste like rebellion. Like a slave revolt in Haiti. Like supremacy. Tell me your name. Tell me your wisdom. I have heard of you from the librarians. From the book keepers. From the record takers. I heard you in the words my godmother hummed to me as a babe. I know of you. But I dont know you. I want to know you. The legend.

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