There was a time and place where skin color did not matter
Race is only skin deep
It is not a feeling or something that matters
Not black enough
Not white enough
Asking god why no silky straight hair
Asking god why no short ***** curly hair
I am not my hair nor skin color
I am a child that has grown up into a world with labels
Constantly changing who I am by definition
Generations on top of generations are loving each other
Regardless of race
When it is finally time for us
To see the world end and destroy
Love will be love
No matter what race
The word mix wont be in play
Rather just recognized as people

Getting high
to get bye,
my lows.
Friend or enemy,
I treat’em all like foes.
will I make it,
no body;
only god knows.
They love me,
cause they need me,
so the story goes.
Turning their back;
the green runs out,
their true colors show.

Cry, cry all you want
I don’t want to see salty tears
burning through the mahogany table like droplet holes.
I don’t want your dry lips pressing against mines as they will crack,
your excuses for ripping my heart out with a silver spoon.
and definitely don’t want the necklace I gave you full of fleas.
I want you gone, gone from this castle!…………….
“Drip, drip, drip, drip”……
I stared hard out the window.
Is it my fault she had to be such a *.
Her dripping boots treading across
the moody landscape, a sign of failure.
Let her rot on the trenches of spears.
I died for you we, you stank w*e
I died, I died , I died for you!!!……
“Honey wake up”…
“oh my dear, I had a terrible nightmare”
” I saw you staring at the window and
thought you saw a ghost of some sort.
You were deathly pale"
Oh, was I?, It must have been my reflection……