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I AM, the black and the bold, the colored and the cultured, high and lowly, coarse but genteel, like a prim and a proper child, seized of right behaviors.
I am, THE DARKER BROTHER.
I SPROUTED, like the blade of an elephant grass, through the thick and the thin, the fat and the lean,the brown and the green, the full and the empty, the rustic, refined, drastic and designed- through the savannas in the Sahara,
I am, THE DARKER BROTHER.
GROWN, like bushes in the forest, yet like plants in the orchards, through the hardest earth and the softest ground, like a determined Dandelion. Our food were the floras, the faunas, tasteless and tasty liquids, waters and rums rushing down our dried and lubricated lungs.
I am, THE DARKER BROTHER.
I AM, A PRODUCT, of swamps and parched lands, the unlit and the incandescent, the ghettos, where we slept the sleep and dreamt ghettos dream of inner city kids, hoping for a Gotham city of Kelly’s percussed supplication. Same kids same time grew in those brows that were high, there we learned to eat with cutleries, mow the lawns, use toiletries, and the gents, There, teachers tutored us to treat a woman like a gentleman would and all and all and all all all that had made a mesh of us all.
I AM, the DARKER Brother!
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