Love Is it

Iam dying to have you But I must resist you to live So believe me when you when I broke your heart mine had already crushed and burned, I drown in the river of your tears, slowly gasping for air as every breath turns poison  May your tears wash away my body to sea In the land of my ancestors and their ancestors Before they were made slaves and shipped into a foreign land Where their grand kids can't call their home May it bring back the memories of home And the African stories told by our grandfather's Around the fire Under the heaps of our villages Which we cursed by the very stone Our foundations comprised of And the stones that once were gold We're now turned into valleys And beneath the dust  Beneath the stench There's innocent blood There's the cursed of the land That brothers will stab each other in the back And fathers that never taught their sons to love Only the wrath of an angry hand ,have you ever heard the laugh of an angry bird And no greater love does our mothers Have when their wombs carry and birth Their oppressors what angry love is this Like the wheel that defied physics Is it? The bruises on her face and the black eyes A sign that love never dies but it can kill Would you blame her when all she's ever known was the choking, by his hands and blows that bear bruises and black eyes that turn into scars in the inside and heal not,  Would you blame him when all his father taught him that love is tough, like a drum that needs beating to produce sweet music  That love is like honey and if you love honey  You have to love the sting of the  bee, That if you love something you must be willing to lay down your life for, for even the same bee lays down it's life with its sting to protect the honey bed, and it's here in her death bed that she tells her children, that love is an action that produces a feeling,  Love does not care how much you know but how much you care  And true love is like taking  oxygen and turning it into gold.