A love Story?

Why? Why do you do that to me baby, you know I love you? Why do you call me,
dumb, disturbed, degenerate +3 mpts de 3 sylls? Why do you paint me as a destitute
sexual sunken subhuman scant species? Why did you tell my African American
brothers that Kunta Kinte was a Cunt? Why did you tell my African brothers that the
other brothers who live on the other side is a bicket bigotted beast? Why did you
call my languages dialect, my communities tribe, my people tribesman, my gods
idols, my religions animist, my food ethnic? Is that to teach me that the only destiny
for the black man is to be white?

Why don’t you say it loud and clear although you know it’s true?
You’ve seen it baby! You’ve seen it with your own eyes! My wide and gigantic
gorgeous avenues. My beautiful exquisite ladies. My armed patrol officers, who’d
never ever fool with a brother! My garbage trucks who never let Timbuktu tumble?
My theologians who never essentialized truth? My professors who never falsified
knowledge? You even wrote your aw in front of such a beautiful sight! You said it
before! Even Madrid would have felt on her knees for such a stunning spectacle!

So Why? Why don’t you say how you felt when you discovered my math skills, my
algebra, my geometry, my medecine, my writing! You even slipped and called your
first.. egyptian papirous!

So why do you still call all my cultures a-historical? You know about the Amharic!

Why do you do that man? Why don’t you say it? You’ve seen my skills, man! You’ve
seen it! You know Voodoo is a complex monotheist religion? You know my Orishas
are not just Old wooden Omens! You know My priests and priestesses are Doctors
of divinities, my communities democratic republics, political confederations, and
Elaborate Empires! Don’t fake it man, you know the Akan, the Aku, the Ashanti, the
Baka, the Basa, the Bambara, the Baganda, You know the Fante, the Efe, the Fulani,
the Zande, the Zulu, man, you know the Zulu!

So Why? Why don’t you say it loud and clear although you know it’s true?
You’ve seen it, man! You’ve seen it with your own eyes! You know it’s true! You
know Akhenaton the first man who said God is one! You know Makeda although
you keep calling her Sheba! You know who the 225th descendent of David is! You
know, shakka, whom the British army never defeated! You know Samory! You know
Sankara! You know Toussaint! You know Garvey! You know Bamba! Blyden! Biko!
Bluford! Bethune! You know X, man! You know X.

So why? Why don’t you say it Baby? Why do you say Obama is a black exception?
What the fuck is wrong wit’you, man? Why do you pretend not to know why I am
fucking angry?!

Why don’t you say it baby? Say it. You know I love you.