You’ve got a black soul—it’s true
Deep, threatens an overshadow—dimmed
You’ve got a black soul; it’s true
It corrupts the other into other
Intimidates, infuriates—has a power problem
Black soul’s truce’s to accept the low
Imposed, self-accepted—the low
The powerful accepts the powerless
Your black soul
It’s a lie
It’s true.
God, black, the other—the order
The truth’s controversial
So, God, the other, black—the reordering
The truce’s controversial
Your black soul, deep—dimmed
You’ve got a black soul; it’s true
False, tampered, corrupted
Your black soul, tampered so the other may breathe freely
May live freely
Your black soul, corrupted so the other may shine brightly
May live largely
Your truth: in your truth or your truce?
For heaven’s sake, blind Isaac’s first, Esau, saw Rebecca’s Jacob come for his, a mile away—four thousand miles away
A meal away
Bartered
Freely he gives his for food
Transient, abysmal; so here, the real heir’s to Israel.
Battered
Rebecca and hers fought for theirs—Israel, born of fight
You’ve got a black soul—it’s true
It’s large; it owns; it looms
Yet, lost.
You’ve got a black soul—it’s lost
It lost
Its truth, lies in its truth or its truce?
For heaven’s sake Jacob’s Joseph saw his brothers coming a dream away
Taken, reduced
Reclamation, late?
Oh! for heaven’s sake Joseph’s still got life in him
You’ve got a black soul—she’s true
God, black with the other—the order.
