I can feel you with the contours of my navel.
We are both concerned, feeling the same emotion.
The stars say we are telepathic,
yet all I want to tell you is that I’ve seen you die for me,
on trail with my accusers salivating to separate us.
They could not, in spite of every attempt
you’ve climbed your cross,
and stretched out for me.
I know you don’t think I contemplate your valiance.
It makes them ill to see such responsibility,
Black love, duty and honor.
For it all, all of it, I am loyal.
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