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I AM BLACK
The color of my skin
The roots of my hair
I AM BLACK
The roar of my voice
The power of my walk
I AM BLACK
The loose fit of my denim
The length of my shirt
I AM BLACK
The look in my eyes
The art on my body
I AM BLACK
The crimes I committed
The time I served
I AM BLACK
The way I think
The way I act
I AM BLACK
The jewelry I wear
The cars I drive
I AM BLACK
The down talk on me
The way I am judged
I AM BLACK
The times I was wrong
The times I was right
I AM BLACK
The mistakes I made
The path I chose
I AM BLACK
I was not a slave
But I know of slavery
I AM BLACK
The struggles I faced
The meals I missed
I AM BLACK
A high school drop out
And a street life mentality
I AM BLACK
I'm not a racist
But I am a survivor
I AM BLACK
I maybe ashamed of what I've done
But I am not ashamed of who I am
I AM BLACK
And I AM PROUD.
This is not to be racist.  I'm describing myself and who I am. I hope this doesn't offend anyone.
If your arms are home,
I'm on a different planet.
I need to come back to you.
Lifting up the veil
Of an icy waterfall
A spinosaurus slumbers
With his back arched tall

When peering 'round the mangled ferns
A centrosaurus feeds
His giant grace and lofty limbs
Create a rumble through the trees

Footsteps behind - a smaller kind
An oviraptor darts
To fish and mammals of ancient times
Another era starts
Helping the ones in need should not be a question left unanswered
Written: July 16. - 2015
the selfie stick
with a gun at the end
pointed at me
shooting you
Is it pathetic to say:
"Please come back?"
Because that's all I think
When I see photographs of you.

Is it pathetic to fall on my knees
And beg you to remember.
To remember what it felt
Like to hug me close
Under those fireworks.
To remember how we spent
More time looking at the
beauty in each other,
Rather than the
Sparkle in the sky.

Is it pathetic to tell you
How many hours I have
Spent wishing to once-again
Feel your body close to mine,
To feel your sweet tongue on my skin?

Because if it is,
I won't say anything at all.
For what's worse than being
So easily forgotten by you,
Is watching the respect you
once held for me be replaced by
nothing more than simple pity.
In depths we dive
the sun we trust
till we hit the rocks
and get shattered to dust

holding our breath
the pressure gets worst
this mighty sea has never
quenched anyone's thirst
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