What preferences did the shackled legs, the whip gashed backs, sister-child maid wife what favorite tastes or memorable tune did have those seen as a lesser you?
Far African kingdoms without the murals or architecture of mathematicians, or the pomposities of golden circumstance, no gilded marble halls or pillars or streets of cold stones no fashions for the sharp nosed pallid under parasols caricatures of indifferent beauty,
rather the abducted men from the other shore have a realm as fine to witness if not much more cathedral ceilings of heavens ever shifting in days and darkness, diamonds not found in ****** muddy ground as priceless and as pure the wealth not considered but conditioned filth the wilderness and otherness abhorred, the living landscape the abundant beasts giants of profound creation gentle and danger - not found but there the expanse of hot suns' earthen bones and further back beyond history these mirages shimmering walls of palaces that have wind and width of awe for its halls... What infant legs that ran with cheetahs offend, the native cries along the chains die with the weight of loss not yet found - the kingdom of suns
the people removed of their crowns
made to hate and sold and laid to waste ever the more thirsty then in the wooden boon of ships on oceans cannot drink.
What choice or gift of eloquent conquerors allows another a life not lived? And still ... this kingdom that is the life we all see creates from shackles the blues everything new, no matter how often the iron grip of times they **** or assassinate the truth
We can always choose to see the palace walls of heavens' surrounding kingdom make soul and food and love and hip hop
When freedom is absolute the preferences or favorites once missed will be no more a hollow well when life is as equal to theΒ Β minds we share and the times without fear
the lines will blur because there is nothing more between us to cross ...
(we all are rich when we have choices to be free is to raise our voices)