The love that I have for the descendants of African people is as wide as Tyra Banks' forehead
The love that I have for Black people is as down home as mixed greens and cornbread
I love my people like young people love Wu-Tang or Tupac
And my cup runneth over yet I won't spill one drop
Because nothing can stop the love that I have for the vast diaspora of Black people
I love my people like I love biscuits and grits
I love my people harder than Mike Dyson hits
I love my people deeper than a James Brown split! Ow!
I love every morsel of my people like that best tasting barbecue chicken wing
Eaten down to the bone and picked cleaned. You know what I mean?
I love than more than I love to hear Sade, Mahalia, Laurn Hill or Winams sing
My love runs deep from the low-low to the wild-wild
From those who pose in Land Rovers to the ones who place transfer passes through the turnstyles
From the projects to the bourgeois Blacks in Bronzeville, Chatham, Hyde Park, Richton Park, Country Club Hills, Pill Hill, Wrigleyville- all colors, shapes, classes and profiles
From the no class to the low class to the mo' class
To those with a whole lot of pizzazz and that jazz
Don't even ask do I love my people. I love them with a passion that can't be measured
Even from the improvisational notes blown by Miles!
The love that I have for my people is as full as deep rivers flowing from my soul
As powerful as the Mississippi or the illustrious Nile so don't put me on trial
If I converse about some degree of my discontent
I may share a few idiosyncrasies relating to how or where our money is spent
I may articulate spiritual or political allegiance
Or have a few philosophical disagreements
But this doesn't keep me from making good sense
Because after the dust clears you will never have to question where my love went because I love my people
The sun rises on the good and the evil; I pray for all people.
(You may say that after seeing some of our sisters and brothers act up in public
That this expression of love is unreachable or unbelievable)
Let me make this moment that's teachable
Yes I know the Spirit is color blind; my love for all people is genuine
Jesus shed His blood for all mankind.
But since God chose to place me around faces that look like mine and my ancestors' legacy is a surviving light that shines
I think it's time somebody said, "I love my people! I love to hug my people!"
Whether you are light skin or blue black, I love the fact that we are descendants of African people
I love my people!