Your words and actions leave me confused. I'm trying to be open and learn to trust you. I don't wanna be led on, analyzed, or lied to. Don't get offended or angry, I'm speaking my truth.

I like that we hang out and like to have fun. That doesn't mean I want our souls to be one. A friendship is present, it only begun. Let's start off by walking, there's no need to run.

Robust powerful muscles carrying the ongoing struggle to be equal.
A rugged and coarse crown atop his head held high in defiance amongst his fellow kings.

Stout-hearted and courageous protecting his queen and daughters from the obstinate.
For his sons, setting the example to be a leader and open-minded.

He carries the excruciating burdens of his forefathers in his blood.
The will to overcome and forge ahead embedded in his bones.

The Black Man.

Is there such a thing as a perfect world?
A place without diseases and unknown cures?
A place without crime, taking lives that aren't mine.
A place where things can't be wasted...like time.
Is there such a thing as equality?
Where diversity is accepted in private and openly?
A place where struggle can no longer flow.
And hate can make its home deep in the shadows.
Is there such a thing as a perfect world?
Where peace and kindness is always preferred?
A place where respect and passion can be seen.
And not just a distant thought in somebody's dream.

A star within itself imploded.
Gravity at its end, erroded.

All light ceases to exist.
Disappearing in some deep abyss.

Nothing found and nothing gained.
No relief, no certainty, not even pain.

Forever yearning to explore your depths.
Time is abandoned with nothing left.