The burning of the incense bowls.
Anointing of the oils.
The fruits brought from the forest.
The harvest from the soil.

Fires, that bring warmth to hands,
burn brightly on the hill.
The bounty from the hunters toil,
smoulders, blackened on the grill.

The thoughts that guide his dreams at night.
Resting with an open soul.
The fears that sometimes darken days,
are never his, not his alone.
The fear that sometimes darkens souls,
never fed with thoughts to grow.

The ugly jazz in your stride,
Your snow drenched tombstone simper,
And your bruised peach overcoat of skin
Have been dethroned but
Will never be replaced.
My hearts a museum and
You're the big T-Rex all the kids came to see.

I walked into my daughters room the other day and she was painting her skin white

I looked at her and asked Mija que es esto
She looked back at me, "No daddy English!, I don't want them to realize I'm different , I just wanna be like everyone else"

I found out that the other kids at school would only talk to her if something was dropped, spilled, or broken because her skin was the same color as the janitors

So the kids that told my girl she was ugly cuz she's brown
She tried to be more like you but I'll live to make sure she never sinks that low
There is so much more color to her then you'll ever know
I witnessed blue rivers run down her face, but once she thought she was the problem I witnessed red rivers run down her arm
I heard her speech change from Como Estas usted to how are you sir
You changed and took my daughter from me

The moment I pulled her to a different School and away from you her true colors began to show
She smiles the brightest of white
Her caramel colored eyes always find the sweetest things in life

So to the kids that told my girl she's ugly cuz she's brown
I hope you live forever
So you can watch everything around you whither and die
You'll never be able to love because you'll always fear having to let go
So when your world turns as black as your hearts
The only way you'll find peace is when you find yourself gnawing at the end of a barrel... which you will
When you finally pull that trigger that has been pulled by your misdeeds
I hope you realize the color of the dirt your buried in
Then as your buying in hell right next to me... yes I'll be there to for all this hate I wished upon you
And we will burn till your skin is the same color as mine
To the people that called my daughter ugly cuz she's brown

She forgave you.