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Dear Malcolm,
I want a Nat Turner–most days.
A man willing to die
for the causes,
someone who wrestles
with the flaws of justice.
I know that God wants
a shield for all of us.
But you, will always
be safe with me
until your insecurities
find obscurity.
And when that fire
is subdued, use me.
Let me rub your
temples ’til you feel
a tremor in your heart;
soak your needs in my wants,
read the Gospel or Qur’an,
and heed the hieroglyphs
until the Nubian Dynasty
is reborn here in The New World
or at least until the next
Chicago renaissance.
You are safe in my love.
If only you cover me;
I will cover us.
—Betty
(October 3, 2018)
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