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
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Whenever I need something
or want something
You are first on my list
One simple text sent after a year
still captures your attention
How is it that our skins barely make contact
along with our eyes
not seeing each others smiles or messy hair
I picture you with the remembrance of when I last saw you
fluffy hair like lions fur
eyes with no exact color,
changing like my feelings and emotions I have for you
Why is it that we both have accepted
that we are no good for each other
The fear that with one liking the other
can destroy the Earth as a whole
Questions on top of questions
Stack like books that I will never read
Laughter and sighs create this dysfunction
Nothing is whole
When a heart flutters in butterflies
It is suppose to be kept locked and release
for when your soul-mate comes
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
I felt it
Deep inside and it hurt
Shattered glass everywhere
Anxiety filled me,
It was so heavy
I was at the point of drowning
Could it be possible
That someone besides myself
Heard the things I heard
Felt the things I felt
It was misery knocking on my door
I didn't want it anymore
I refused to open
But somehow
For some disgusting reason,
It let itself in
What could I do now
I was in pain
Nothing I've felt before
Very distant
The kind of pain that stays
A resemblance of a tattoo
Engraved , that sat on my heart
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
You say we're sensitive
Cry at little things
We're not sensitive
We just have very light wings
We fall easily by those mean words
but you think its nothing
We're just little pathetic birds.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC