You say freedom of speech
But not for me as things be
I breath heavy with scenes
See things as a minority

As a young Latino male
I see lots of myself in jail
Traps are set and on sell
Equal blood color is spilled

Martial law across the hall
Racial wars coming along
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Another young man gone

Contributions are all illusions
Spreading through confusion
Relations between contusions
Love for those who abuse them

One of my best friends is black
One of my best friends is white
One of my friends is masculine
One of my friends is feminine
One of which was a criminal
One of which was a clinical
Both of my friends are humans
Finding out life is so typical  

Two of my jewels were blue
Two of my girls shared hue
Two of my schools loved me
Two of my enemies cut me
Two of my mothers cried
Two of my brothers died
Both of which had big futures
Before hate took their lives

Three of my peers are my equal
Three of my peers make new evil
Three of my tears stained the paper
Three of my years were endangered
Three of my hearts broke in time
Three of my guardians declined
All three rose up against me
And began to belittle my mind

Replies depend on the victims
And the symptoms felt in them
To fight back or stop living
To keep going or be bed ridden

Is the valley to deep to dip in
Are the times increasing division
Humans beings have hurt vision
Blind to a philosophy holistic

The clocks are going tic tic
I've been called a young ****
My friends ancestry exist
My friends ignorance is bliss

He holds onto passive racism
He doesn't notice the shifting
He says, "I have black friends
But... ," Just to avoid friction

So you say freedoms of speech
But you don't really know me
As a majority with a minority
How can you experience things
That your culture brought to me
Left my people ***** and hurting
And I'm not from genes of slavery

So think before you speak.

The chain that binds me,
Binds me to a black leather chair,
Tortures me with views of the outside,
Tortures me with centralized air.

Never have two words uttered hurt me more
Than when I heard them say, "bless you"
Words that held me more than I deserved
Whispering in my ear with spurn and commune

When I was raised I came face to face
With another whose life was balled and chained
To bright eyeliner, dark stockings, and lace lingerie
And when I saw what was lost, I lost what was gained

As a youth I ate captain crunch and played tunes
In the mornings and in the evenings on TV
I would eat fruit loops and see you on the news
As you held my family hostage while smiling

Still you uttered to me many blessings
Still you would hold onto me and start to sing
As my mother did my ***** laundry
And I snuck into her purse for money

When I knew she was fighting everyday
To provide for my brother and me
But you dwelled within my ways
So it didn't matter if we had electricity

And I held all of that power
When I had once begun to scour  
For freedom of several hours
That came from drugs and wet towels

Wet towels from *** with a girl unnamed
The same girl who was held by ball and chain
To bright eyeliner, dark stockings, and lace lingerie
And when I saw what she lost, I lost what was gained

So I started searching for a new free
It wasn't in my drugs or mamas money
It wasn't in that girls love or on the TV
So I searched for the clarity in me

Trying to recall the truth, behind "bless you"
Why would you bless this sinful youth
I suppose at some point I was expected to
Rise up above you in order to bless you too

In this new found reality
I saw where the angels weep
I found your book flowing
On the love inside of me

It contained your initials of B.B.
It gained my tears that would bleed
Through each and every sheet
Of your words and your beauty

Your thoughts and your dreams
Were simply  hiding and hoping,
Waiting on me

To spread my wings and be free

To remember the beauty in the fruit loops, the drugs, and the laundry

To remember the beauty in the girls eyeliner and in the electricity

Because this is where poetry sleeps.

Do you really expect to get the love of your life?

When you don't respect yourself,
You post half **** pics, and say
“I give bomb head,” and yet
You dare to expect respect

This generation is confused
The girls are over used and
The women are under used
And waiting like a bomb with a fuse, but…
No boy goes to these women
No, they flood these girls
And the men wonder,
“Where did the women go?”

But the boys and girls worry
He's worried about how moist she is
And she's worried about how big he is
But, they don't know about love to give...

Not the truly bright kind
Because it’s only for one night,
And another night,
And another night,
Until she’s pregnant and no one’s wife
And the boy has left out of sight,
Saying, “I don't know this girl,
And I don't care about what's right,
I didn't bring that child into this life”

Yes the boys and girls worry
The girls are worried about fashion and boys
The boys are worried about rapping and hoes
But they just don't know when the money goes
The “love” goes, and they’re alone

But the men and women worry,
O they worry about their glory
As ladies and men that stand
**** as one before her and him

They ask the question, this they do

Ladies before a man enters you, you ask him:
Are you doing this for fun or for love?

Men before you enter a woman, you ask her:
Are you doing this for fun or for love?

Still the boy, he ask the girl to lick on the tip
Still the girl, grinning she bends and licks
The edge, the gap, of the endless precipice

A countenance of messages from her mother was missed,
As he puts his flesh on hers and hers on his,
Consensual **** for two children as they are just that...
Children, and if you tell them, "You're too young!"
As they *** they'll be deaf, blind, and indeed dumb
As they succumb to that numb…

They feel no need to hear, but to repeat the actions for the feeling they seek,
And in that way we sink as humans deeper into the sea of self-treachery,
Feeling that this escape will bring happiness when the consequence is settling,
Upon us with STDs and *** and as I see it, our children's children will be,
A generation of children with children, and then the world will end

Till then this is my plea to the children of the night,
I want to help you find the light, and to fight the good fight,
But you all make my soul cry, and the well has begun to dry.

Love,
Deep love,
Why?

I am Vile!

Villainous, Mischievous

Destructive, Productive

Seclusive, Inclusive

Hate,
Deep hate,
Why?

I am, I!

Represent, Comprehend

Wash away, Go astray

No go, Home no...

You

Wish,
Dream,
Feel,
Scream,
Fall,
Crawl,
Won,
Lost,
Kiss,
Squeal,
Heal,­
****

Me...

Unknowingly

Deservingly...

Our connection,
Shattered in the wake of deception,
My repentance,
None is thy sentence

Shivers run below

Shivers run below

Shivers run below

Snowy Diablo

You were my crown jewel
But you played me like a fool
You were my crown jewel
But you play me like a fool

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I used to look at your smile
And think I'm gonna stay awhile
Move into our very own house
Work through all of our trials

But now it seems that's all we share
Souls that never touch, never paired
Two desperate suns, separate glows
Arms in display, like an old gun show

Except when yours lays on mine
It doesn't hurt me, it makes me feel fine
But it makes me feel uneasy at the same time
Lying on finger tips, lie you and I

I want to inhale your love
And I want to forgive your hate
But whenever I open my mouth
You feel the need to retaliate

Wait, this isn't how it's supposed to be
If I think about flying, you won't be waiting on me
I'm accumulating miles so rapidly
I'm going to break down, just wait and see

I'm trying to find a way to fill in the space
Between your heart and mine, but it's been a waste
Because you get mad again until you red in the face
And then I stop and try to switch up the pace

I know at this time
It's like we're having a race
Me going towards you
You facing away

The conditions under which
Our love was built
Was lust mixed with lies
Six joker cards were dealt

I try to hide and conceal how I feel
But you can always tell when it's not real
I question why I love you still
Thoughts in my mind, willing me to be killed

And if my blood gets spilled,
Will you really be there?

Or will you be holding the gun,
Standing in underwear?

I'm only asking
Because of the look in your eye
No emotions to show
The darkness has reprised

It's ultimate role
In concealing our light
What we used to hold
A tiny bit of shine

Because you truly believe I need you
And to an extent this is truth

But the extent is marginal, proof
I'll love you, but I'll leave you too

Suppose we reap seeds we've sown
Too many broken hearts in our wake

Alone

Alone

Suppose we reap seeds we've sown
Too many broken hearts in our wake

Alone

Alone

.  .  .

You were my crown jewel
But you played me like a fool
You were my crown jewel
But you play me like a fool

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