vehemently running from his shadow
why would a character like me not?
why would I want to be vulnerable?
I remember the words of brother West
an astute, shrewed philosopher
prophetic and Socratic in the real sense of the word:
"he who has not cried has not loved; he who has not loved has not lived".
love defines, unwraps our humanity
-maybe, maybe not-
I surmise our vulnerability too
I am not just Negro
I am born and bred in mother Africa
how unmanly is it to cry!
if the sayings of West are true
in tandem, its unmanly to love then
maybe the context is cultural
but i tot the language of love is universal
could we question the expression of the same?
.....to be continued
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