So many strange fruits,
       In the streets.
Black bodies living in the sewers
Africans hanging from the apple trees,
Used needles on concrete,
Blood has a new home build with tears,
It's sad to say,
It's sad to say,
Children are born here.
They wonder why life became so rotten.


©MH

I'm stuck in two different realities,
It's crazy what a blind eye can see,
Time froze on that path of new beginnings,
                      Bringing,
A whole new life.


©MH

Sometimes I wonder if you're even mine
Sometimes I look at you and see you shine
Sometimes I wish I could be with you all the time
But most importantly I always hope that you're fine

She comes over for the night,
She seems to be alright.
I'm not sure if I like her yet,
But that doesn't seem to matter,
She's just that close to my sister.

She started to stay over on school nights,
Something just wasn't right.
Soon enough she never left,
I began to feel like I was being replaced.

I'm not trying to sound selfish,
And no I'm not jealous.
But I am confused,
Why are you telling me this unfortunate news?

She hasn't left for weeks.
I'm sick of being the subject of greed.
I want my family back.
Just tell me that she'll eventually leave.

I'm now starting to feel neglected.
I've been replaced in every way I had imagined.
But you don't seem to see it that way.
I don't think the girl is leaving any time soon.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored

Oh
By the way
Did I mention
I’m bored?

Cliches and traditions
Pressure heavy
Outcasted if you don’t
Participate

But oh! Why me!
Me and my
Tired.
Bored.
Soul.

I want to be saved from living
Death will take an instant
But living will take a lifetime

S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.

Roses want blood,
delicacy, and
grace.

Flowers want life,
Love, and
care.

Doomed are those
who treat their roses
as if flowers
bleeding
until drought

Long live those
who treat their flowers
as if roses
giving
until downpour