It’s No Ordinary Love
Chapter Seven A Song: Deliver Us from Evil
Black men and black women have survived by consuming the essence of one another. For those that have opted out of black love or failing to choose a black companion, this chapter is not for you. Miss me with love has no color because loving the so-called society perpetuated ugly out of black people forges a specific massaging soul love designed to transcend the secular burden of black skin. Once a black man or black woman decides to step outside of black love and into that colorblind argument of individual preference then he or she has excused themselves from the vibe that this chapter will attempt to revisit. It’s okay to take pride in your colorblind love and there is even some good blue-eyed soul music that might be fitting; however, this chapter is not in that mold. It’s intra-racial black love, and the love language that gave life to black love manifests in letters, poems, and music. Becoming black in America meant that black skin was sin skin, elevated evil and criminality, proneness to immorality, sickening barbarism and animalism, offensive pungency, and devoid of the freedom to embrace inner sovereign sanctuary (Wilson 2009; West 2001; Dyson 200, 1996; and Du Bois 1953). Even in death, America for the most part left no stone ←115 | 116→ unturned while jumping at the chance to orchestrate the narrative that living while black is borrowing air with the only reward being to die with some smear that any demise was somehow self-inflicted and/or...
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