I do have a caveat. Ensure you watch the movie first before reading this. Be assured, there are many spoilers. If the title isn’t clear enough, this post is my perspective and/or thoughts on the story portrayed in this movie. In the spirit of Love.. so, here goes.
What do you do when you find yourself in a dilemma? Caught right in the middle between freedom and prison? Staring at death in the eye while the woke of your spirit stretches enthusiastically to find its way to the promised land? But just like Moses, the promised land was just that. A promise that was supposed to be fulfilled until the unfortunate slip of his tongue.
If i run, i am dead anyway. I mean just look at the colossal art of war standing before you? How will we ever get over this Mt. Everest of peril? Reality is now dawning. This is indeed the end. We tighten our fingers closer together hoping the fear in our hearts would be dissipated by the sound of the mist turning into water. Heart beats closer to each other probably in agreement that we have finally reached the homestretch. There is no more running away from the truth that we already knew.
But lucky for us. Lucky for us, we have each other so let us hold hands before the world pulls us apart with its repugnance for our kind of love. Before the cannibals we knew surround us and repeat to us what we hoped was not true. That justice is a cry for help few can hear or react to, a fallacy for some of us irregardless of the fact that we studied him believing no one had the power to tarnish him. Yet, we still hold on to faith. What does the world know about love? What has it ever perceived about eternal love apart from her need to decimate it to what it never was.
Our love is eternal. Be assured they will remember us. Our love is written as murals on picturesque buildings. Pristine walls will be transformed to reflect the heredity of our story. Soon, they will realize that they have lost and embraced the devil who owns them. You see, they were no where to be seen or heard when we asked each other what we wanted.
I will say it again for the world to hear while my crown sits on my head. Forever Queen. And i will respond again as if my words never escaped the hood of my mouth. As if like a precarious swarm of butterflies over my head, i will take those words and breath them out to you like air, ” I want a guy to show me myself. I want him to love me so deeply that i am not afraid to show him how ugly i can be. I want him to show me scars i never knew i had. But i don’t want him to make them go away. I want him to hold my hand while i nurse them myself. And, i want him to cherish the bruises they live behind.”
I am reminded of lasting memories even as i grapple with the question, “Is this really the end?” I promised to stand strong for the both of us. “I want a ride or die. I just want someone that’ll always love me no matter what. Someone’s that’s gonna hold my hand and never let it go. She’s gotta be special doe. She’s gon’ be my legacy. Look, i ain’t gon’ bend the world. As long as my lady remembers me fondly. That’s all i need.
And in finality. In this moment, unbeknownst to us, the future that lies ahead; i will with my last breath pray that i will hear you acknowledge me. My eyes see people hankering after our flesh. Their color reminds me of consolation. Impatience. They remind me of the home that i hoped i would come to know finally especially now when partisanship and inequity have been faithful partners for years. Hear the violence and terror rent the air. People baying to see our blood shed.
“I’ll never let go of this your hand. And if i may ask? Could i be your endmost memory? i beg you, fondly carry me in your frail yet wonderful mind? Hopefully on the other side, we can….. (SHOTS FIRED)
“Continue this love story.” He said.
Always Love and Light