So Eye can remember how to Love...like a flying Black Dove.
My Love doesn't always have to do with the significance of another in my sphere--but many, that Eye hold dear--to mi heart and Soul. Corazon.
The denial of the trials of this ride called Life, and Eye am...a rising phoenix
Long ago Eye forgot that Eye was a Queen--Regal, shining with all that gold, milk and honey between. Love, dreams--and a higher consciousness than anyone would know. Rivers would flow--just in my honor. And Eye know my mind was blown, with plenty .....
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Negro Corazon. Black, heart, A forever burning coal of fiyah...don't ever deny the heart's desire.
For Eye am...and today and night, Eye fly freer than most...freer than the Bahamian coast. Luv to the Islands...sweeter than sugarcane. Love to the Souls that willow in the palm trees of coconut groves. Love to the wombmen who heal their children, love their men and their sisters. Love to the sinners--love to the monks. Love to the holy lands--and holy chil'ren. Love to the chil'ren of the Sun---we that descend from the Most High Mighty One. Love. Corazon De Negro.