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Beloved (For Toni Morrison)
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She sniffed and breathed life unto the earth
Bluest Eye opened to the morning sun
Desdemona, the ghost that loved from birth
Bambara bland, but still there is no horn
Pilate, witch of the rock, drenched in lost gold
Sing Song of Solomon on a Guitar
Jazz up the fiery sky, white linen, bold
None’s wielded the pen with a voice fitter
Love’s confused about going and coming
Sweetness sours on Bride blue-black-beautiful
Slade, Ma’s chariot’s coming Home blues-humming
Lord, she flies in your colours dutiful
Sula, thread that holds it all together
Paradise regained, perched on a feather
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6AAtKmx6Qk
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