Black is GOD

How much of you is me, how much of me is you? Connected in ways we have only just discovered but separated by a hate that's not our own. An unnatural hate that's been created from the very blood shed by the people who look like you, who look like me. Sacrificed for "their" gain, "their" America, the land of the "free," the land of milk and honey that flows with the blood of the originals that carry the keys of inheritance and answers to the universe within. Fearfully and wonderfully made I am, we are! God-chosen and God-made; the very creations that sprung forth from people that look like you, people that look like me, have studied the ant and risen up against us; tethered to the fallen one fueled by hate, envy, and greed, given an obverse adaptation of our way of life and have used it to yoke us in a spiritual darkness that goes against our nature. "Their" loud, bold, and proud declarations of inheritance to things both seen & unseen that aren't theirs to claim is a conscious awareness they possess of what they do. Disassociated from the past, one created, documented, written, and erased, has created an omnipresent amnesia to the inheritance we were promised before the creation of the world and created a tolerance for pretenders who "try" to steal the light of people who look like you, people who look like me, but burn. All the while glistening like bronze in the reflection of fire in their eyes. Created in the image of the Almighty giving us features that gave birth to all nations, realizing that a world that hates black people, hates GOD.