I'll never forget your red knees.
Or the way you clutched that book.
You said today's world has you afraid.
You close your eyes screaming you can't look.
I look outside and I see quiet, I understand why you're scared.
You whisper to yourself a quiet prayer.
"There's only crazy people out there."
I grab your hand and look in your eyes, "there's no one there, on ones alive."

Sometimes, when I lay in bed, things crawl into my head. They tell me how to think, as I fall asleep.

A moments anger is an unspeakable enemy, that causes unthinkable pain that is never forgotten.

You don't like the color of my skin.
May I respect that? Or would you only hate that too?
I've been in your home and have never stolen from you, I've never done one thing you believe people of my color would do, but you still hate me for the thought of it.
I'm barely black, but you don't care.
I could be white, you'd still hate my curly hair, it's just you.
I've never judged you for being you, in fact I've respected it.
You're racist and I've learned to be okay with it, it doesn't bother me.
Until you made it hard for me to fall asleep.
We just wanted to see each other, my girlfriend and I.
He said things about me, they didn't make me cry, instead they flared hatred inside.
Not for him, but rather myself.
I didn't want to see my skin and I slept over and over again.
Because every time I fall in love, who I simply am, ***** it up.