I think about revolutions
And the way they begin
It takes a spark
The passion
Something to really believe in
At the core of every revolution
There is love
Che believed so
As did Malcolm
How does one win the world
When one’s heart is wary?
How does one win the struggle
When they feel the weight of defeat?
How does one love everybody?
When the pain of mirror work plagues him?
How can we win
When everything points to a loss?
Is it enough to have love?
It ain’t
A plan
A solid plan
With good foot soldiers
Who are willing to die for this love
How about we treat this as though our hearts
Depended on it
Could I decide to love these black babies
The way I love my black baby
The way my momma loves her black baby
The way Afeni loved her black baby?
Aren’t we all black babies who need love?
We can’t lead no revolution
If our hearts are broken
We can have no freedom
If I can’t love a black man
We can’t have no solidarity
If we think black women look better red
How we gonna free our minds
If we still hold on to the thought
That he ain’t shit?
How we gonna get free
If we won’t even say good morning
Hello
Thank you
Here is my seat
How will freedom find us
When we don’t seek healing
From the pain
The vicious cycles
Of us hurting each other
By talking about
Around
Over
Through
Loudly
Instead of to each other?
How we gonna heal these kids
If I ain’t gonna let him see his kid
And he still a kid
Wishing he was still safe in momma’ womb
Who we saving?
When mommas are dying slowly
At the hands of daddies
And these daddies
Getting got by the police?
So who free?
How we gonna be free
If we don’t love each other?
Love is the answer
Always
