- My name is Professor Darius Ajai Frasure.

And this piece is entitled "We, Us, Our".

Black is you.

Black is me.

Black is us.

Community.

Black is you.

Black is me.

Black is us.

Community.

Friend.

See, we are friends.

Constantly clashing, creating concepts kept between our bond.

We are friends.

Forever in a state of eternal love one for one another, brother to brother, sister to mother.

However you fit in, We are another race of people that speaks with its own tongues, raising our seeds and sons to shed the light of its old ones and its elders.

With those to whom chance comes to romance ones to whom chance comes to romance, to whom chance comes to romance ones mind with subtle secret, so sublime as each rhythm is to a rhyme.

You see, friend, you are my meter and bar.

And the worst we could ever be to each other is to deny each other love.

See, selfish is envy.

And greedy is hate.

We ought to quit feeding these monsters devouring all who would partake when love could be our (deep inhale) life breathing intake instead of our imprisoned mind inmate.

Make no mistake about this love, because when it comes, it comes not to be corrupted, understood, or infected but to be stolen away by the Robin Hoods and Cupids hoods.

Unread and erected on display for all to see it's community of unity.

But only yours will never truly be this love unless you willingly share with me this love, all this love, friend.

Black is you.

Black is me.

Black is us community.