Blue Eyes
Blue eyes look at me,
My dark skin is defined by the dirt and sweat of the cotton fields,
My skin has been beaten,bruised and burned
The darker I am the more I'm tortured,
The blue eyes are evil,
The blue eyes has seen darker skin,
The eyes has seen dark brown skin women and men,
The blue eyes,
They see where the rage and pain lies within me
They look down at me,
As if I were beneath them,
They see the 300 years of slave and fear captured in my eyes,
I an'it afraid , so don't try me
I hate you and your color,
What you all did to my people,
You ought'a be ashamed
Or maybe I should be

My city is cold,
The people are cold.
The weather is cold too.
But, when the seasons change,
The city will no longer remain cold,
But, the people will.

I am the flower that everyone
picked over.
 No, I am the flower that you stepped on.
I am like the flower blowing in the early hour, Quicken
To be blown away by the pearly showers.
I am the one who sits alone.
Hoping for someone to join.
I am a flower with broken petals
Unsettled and fragile like a broken vessel
Or like a flower
Nestled beneath a trestle.

A young rebel
Wild and free.
Untamed and unashamed
I wish this was me.

He is beautiful and poetic.
Sensitive and creative.
I bet if he hugged me
I'd feel secure
Perfect.
So perfect that I'm afraid I'm not worth it.
I wish he knew.

To eat
To sleep.
To drink.
Is simple.
But, Life is complicated.

I don't want a model
And  I don't want a movie star
You dont have to drive a fancy car
I just want you to take care of my heart

A chilly morning breeze
Crept though my curtains,
Forcing me to curl my toes
I tug for my blanket,
Instead I was caught by the chill
that crept its way up my spine

I stayed awake to see the rising of the sun,
Falling asleep in the arms of the chilly breeze,
Only to be awaken by the coldness of a sneeze.

I pour out my heart with these words that I type
Because I probably don't have the courage
To stand and do open mic
Frightened, that I might stumble over my words
And fall victim to stage fright
But one day I will recite
My poetry out loud
So everybody can know
That I am poet
A poet
That I am