A Meditation on Love

-a genius of the starsLike Nina Simone- Born of the stars- I too a star child I forgive- whiteMen their slavery- had I been white - I too a slaverAnd in my time the Pharaoh was black -Where I hardened my heart - it was to let in light - the darker -The more persuasive.And in these streets modern - these streets I drive insane-I wish to sculpture - expression- to harness haste -and patience-Love even prejudice- so that I- may -imprison it- in conscienceAnd forgive.Lacerated- and now I pity myself- I have not gone far- before I infantWail and so many white- and so many images- and so much pain.I state - universal nation - I come late to fascism - I spent long hoursMasturbating- but eventually I was chosen- to find psychic lust-And I have raped- and I have killed- and I have devoured- immortalFlesh I have whined on piss and sentiments- belched ego to the heart-All this- hunted gathering - I hounded a self- made savage- by fearingNot to know and loathing to be schooled- partially- of affected to go lowTo a medium height-Humility it was a failing- and in Liberal eyes- I see that-Blue eyes- that forgave me- my hate- I could not forgive their failing-For fifty million souls lost to the oceans of slavery- I no longer wishRevenge I dictate from my mogul powerAll blacks- I stand a prince- I come above- I shower the light of myHeart and terrible - I command forgive- It is a prince- not a Pharaoh-There shall be no more kings- that commands you- forgive-For the end- there shall be no power- and no high and no low- I goHuman.