Papyrus Collective
Aug. 6, 2016

Press Send

From Write or Die by Byron Wilson (author's profile)

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Press Send

An amalgamation gradually blend
into each other, press, send
Merging our lips away from slavery songs sung
dabble into freedoms where our tongues
meet at a new spoken word, where rapping
spirits and science collide creating new suns.
Freestyle slow dancing, we dance with each other
family, mothers, and brothers,
fathers, daughters, and lovers
that merged into our warring species, sunrise

Took late for a history lesson of your truth, sir
My generation is the imagination
between the present and the future.
Merging White knights with Black lights,
Natives and Asians, South Pacific amazing
New reality, new facts, new fantasies, new Black
Equal hearts, anointed, equal face,
equal parts, DNA of every race,
every space, equal time
This is a worldwide merger of the mind.

What value then is unity when one isn't included?
Forward motion in love becomes impossible and deluded.
Merging thoughts with actions evades no genius
with one mind, wickedness they cannot bring us.
There is no question, we leave no answer.
There is no love that's incapable of curing cancer.
We merge, we merge into a new decision,
merging into one another must be our new religion.
Diversity absorbs our will, culture, and passion,
Music, food, arts, and fashion,
An amalgamation we gradually belnd.
Now uploading this new merger.
All in favor, say press send.

—XZYZST

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