If I told you that I cried,
How would you look at me?
Would you see me as weak
Like the time I scraped my knee
And the tears fell from my eyes
Faster than the blood escaped my body?

If I told you that I got a rose tattoo,
How would you look at me?
Would you see me as "less than a man"
Because society has taught you that flowers are feminine
And you are too afraid to admit your hyper-masculinity
Blinds you from seeing otherwise?

What if I told you that I am an emotional black man?
Would you look at me differently,
Because I allow myself to break free of what society paints a man to be.

If I told you that I cried because I'm scared to die,
Would you hug me?
Would you tell me that everything will be okay?
Or would you neglect my feelings?
Because "men aren't supposed to feel".

Since I'm an emotional black man,
Am I still your son?
Am I still your friend?

Through the pastel colors of sunset,
I felt your presence in the nimbus clouds.
And I reached out to hug them.

Rain fell.
It soaked my lifelines
And submerged my face
In it's expression of gloominess.

I feel the pain of the nimbus clouds,
They soak up the pain humans endure.

I wish I could squeeze the clouds
And hug the moon.
But what would I come away with?
Soaked lifelines and tremulous fingers?
Or a guide to this realm of reality?

Plant the seed of who I once was,
During the next full moon,
When the tide of emotions are pulling in the lost souls into the sea of existence that I am submerged in.

Dear moon,
Sing me the song of solace at the midnight hour.
Illuminate all of the dark souls that roam at night,
For we are all souls living a human experience.

Strip me bare of this human skin,
Allow my soul to rise to the clouds.
I want to see what you see.

Last night the moon brought solace.
It was the first time in a long time.
Was it an enchanting night
Or was I officially in the twilight?

Last night the celestial sphere above,
Stripped me bare of this human skin
and harnessed my soul into ascension.

I watched my human skin fall from the night sky,
Like rose petals at the midnight hour.

Last night the moon brought solace.