Black Rose
                      Black Queen
              Black me with my black heart
      You think my black clothes are so trite
Because they cant be seen at night maybe
They weren't meant to be seen I keep trying to lay low Its so hard to hide with all this melanin im bound to be spotted

Catastrophically beautiful,
Like kissing a storm,
and expecting,
Not to get blown away.

... -; And here I stand,
Utterless, emotionless,
Simply struck
At the thought of being
   P o e m l e s s

Well, I mean, homeless
   As we all know
A poem is a home
   For the mind and soul

Take that lesson and rewind it
Time it
Rhyme it
Place it on that paper that's
L I NE ' D

                          yes,
I did that.
As a poet,
I exempt that.
Re-vamping your language to meet
            
                   MY DESIRES

is where I make impact.