Can I Speak Freely

Broken chain, birds fly free, sunset.

Love is Waiting

I’m here, waiting to be recovered, waiting to be restored. You were taken from the dark continent, betrayed, transported and enslaved, and shamed. Men disgraced, women demeaned, children disregarded. And in the process, I am diminished. I am Black Love, waiting to be recovered, waiting to be restored. I’m here, waiting to be recovered, waiting

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