I am not a slave, no.
Yet,
I am enslaved
By the:
Systems which you created
The history which you teach me
the name which you give me because mine is "too hard" to pronounce

I am not a slave, no.
But I am enslaved
By the societies which you have created that does not allow me to spread my,
Beautiful.
Black.
Wings.

I am not a slave, no.
My ancestors just made the wrong choice.

This taxi is like no other.
Usually there’s the…
Incandescent chatter of two souls discussing their voyage among the cosmos,
With under lying tones of music being played too loud,
While the engine matches this tune as it gears,
1,
2,
3.
Silence.
Alone with my thoughts.

‘fix yourself.’ he exclaimed
‘Implying that I’m broken?’ she thought
But because she was black
She went back
To her confined lack

Ghetto.

Where she began to fix herself.

Foundation
Eyeliner  
Eyeshadow
Mascara
Blush.

oh you’re so beautiful'

in the end i wish to be remembered...
maybe not by all but at least in my little corner of the internet.

There she was,
Angelic,
In her dress,
Light bouncing off her caramel skin.
Inviting.
THE Perfect Moment.
ruined,
by my fear of the future.

A truly great ~promotional item~war hero.
He grew our ~businesses~ country.
A true ~capitalist~ philanthropist in every sense of the world.
You’ve left a mark on our world.
You will be greatly missed.