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Soul
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The Black Experience Soul
Deep in the heart of me,
runnin' like dark rivers
of sweet molasses,
Thick and flavourful
with "old skool"
brown sugar appeal,
The ultimate accompaniment,
it's the special ingredient that
adds magic to any pot.
Indescribable, yet undeniable
as its smell, taste, and feel
ignite senses with that
unmistakable mellow quality.
Reminiscent of warm days,
loving friends and family,
lovers (now and hence),
and good vibes resonating inside.
Like the beauty of a baby's smile,
Like that first slice of Sweet Potato pie,
Like hearing "Distant Lover" for the first time,
Like the hug from a long-lost love,
Like the smell of home after a long trip,
Like the hot tears of heartbreak,
Like the tingling kisses of new love,
Like the warmth of the Master's hand,
Like the tug of a heartstring,
Like finding out "A House is not a Home",
Like the love of a love song.
My feelings are always so Soul Deep,
felt be noone and everyone and anyone
who ever had a heart...
and...
Echoed by anyone who ever sang a song
from the bottom of that well of emotions...
and...
Heard by anyone who ever was laid low
or lifted higher by the words to any
haunting melody...
and...
Seeing that these are the ties that bind
and reach from the "inner-us" right back
to the core of our being...
WE...
are E-ffected by the A-ffect of this thing
someone once called...
Soul.
