"When the music changes, so does the dance" - African Proverb The ethereal goddess, Oshun has come to me in my dreams and spoke heavily on the evils of this pseudo love. The ancestors are raging at this disrespectful show that we are putting on. Is it truly all as a result of the genocide that has occurred to our people, or is it simply a hybrid manifestation that we've grown comfortable with? Love has become this broken clock, only ticking when a wo(man) is in heat. That ticking becomes confused and misconstrued as if love was some sort of aphrodisiac. The ancestors have painted over me and my lover's faith with a love versus lust rhetoric. But we are not the only ones afflicted by this cryptic aesthetic; everyone who has ever known love has come across this ongoing war. We should be able to look to our parents for this definition of love, but they have been poisoned as well. Where is the antidote?
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Kamen
12/23/2017 09:52:27 pm
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