Good bodies move like authentic radicals.
Radicals do not acquire radicalism through stones pulled wide.
Radicals grow through sunny bloody.
Love moves through blood woven past corners of heat and fire.
Branded and forged by men strong like the steely fingers of bridges
bridging oceans of black love.
Sun pushes through red clouds loaded with life giving tears.
Questions face that same man.
Pull close because answers aren't just needed they are demanded.
They are the steely fingers holding that man of flesh and blood together.
Babylon is nothing compared to him.
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