“Love”Love is contraband in Hell,cause love is an acidthat eats away bars.But you, me, and tomorrowhold hands and make vowsthat struggle will multiply.The hacksaw has two blades.The shotgun has two barrels.We are pregnant with freedom.We are a conspiracy. Shakur, Assata. “Love.” Assata: An Autobiography. Lawrence Hill Books, 1987, p. 130. Continue reading