It was twelve at night as he looked at the ceiling over come with feelings that were preventing him from dealing, with life that was the problem you see it was like nothing could be right, trapped in a prison built by his own mind that night.  

So he gets up puts his feet on the floor laces up some all-stars and goes out the door.

As he walks he thinks that he must be in a kind of sleep, because as he looks around he sees odd things in this deep. 

You see the sky begins to thunder and lightning strikes the sky, and the air gets colder, and he's reminded of the day his brother died.

The ground starts to pull apart, and fire begins to rise and at that moment you can see the fear in his eyes.  

So he does what people do when there afraid he looks up to the sky searched for God and prayed.

He begged for safety cause he felt that this was the end, his job his love his dreams his friends.  

That's when a figure begins to reveal itself in the flames, a tall slender figure with the eyes that seemed flawed with stains.

No it wasn't stains, as it grew closer, see the eyes were arranged with colors from all over.

And as the fire begins to part the face comes into view, a gorgeous women clothed only in flames with a look on her face as if she knew.

Because there was a secret he hadn't shared before, a few days ago he couldn't take it anymore. So he tried to take his own life so he could keep from being sore.

Because this was something he couldn't bare, he had felt that he tried so hard and that the world was unfair.

But the woman gives him a look as if she understands, and says that she can help him, and he only has to give her his hand. And pledge his loyalty to her and her alone.

As he swallowed hard and thought and finally said yes, but one thing must be known, the name of the one he's pledging to, to sit on the throne.

She says that's simple I go by many names Venus, the Serpent, but for you I'll level.  For you probably know me when they call me the Devil.

I've read watched and wrote poems about love, but nothing I've written read or viewed could compare to the way I feel about you.  

My wife it still sounds odd when I say it, but believe me when I say it, there isn't a person who's near that doesn't know how I feel about you.

You see I'm pretty good at expressing myself through words, but that's the problem for there are no words that even come close to explaining the magnificence that is you, but I'm a poet so I will try.  

In the beginning I was going to say how each time I lay with you, everything else seems to melt away and how the tiniest touch from you leaves the hairs on my arm standing up cheering, and hollering for another brush from you.

But as I wrote that down I tore that page out because it wasn't even close enough to explaining how I feel about you.

So then I came up with something else it was when I first kissed you it was at that moment that I knew that God made us for one another because are lips fit together like two pieces of ancient pottery destroyed long ago, finally put back together after centuries of being apart, but even that wasn't enough.

So then I remembered the first time we made love not *** but love because at that time, before you, I didn't know what that was, it was a foreign language that I didn't know. That no high school elective class could teach because they didn't have you or rather I didn't.

But being a man it was something I didn't want to confess but my heart stopped for a minute when we arrived and as I laid next to you I remember the words that flew around like fireworks in my mind and exploded leaving a bright colored phrase shinning bright in my mind "This is going to be my Wife" and it's funny cause that word still sounds odd when I say it but when I do say it God and the heavens above know that I mean what I say, when I say, "I love you."

Love is something that he sometimes regrets when warm salt tears run down her neck.

As they stain collars and ground he realizes the sound, it's the same one he heard his mother make when his father skipped town. Filled with an anger he can't explain a thought crosses his mind that,"I can't be the same he left a wife and child behind and didn't think twice, I've only known her for a year if anything I'm being nice."

As he tumbles down into his mind of his family's screams and fights the, the violence of it all the calm of nights. After the chaos had seemed to come to an end, a type of norm grabs hold again.  

Love has not returned but a peace comes about as he holds her tight as tears pour out. He tells her that he loves her, and he'll be with her always but right now he needs to take some time to see where his mind lays.

What does a black kid who wants to rap write about well if he's from the suburbs he'll probably leave the pages white like the folks that where out.  

Since there is no poverty, gangs, or death to report on. I guess he'll sit in his two parent household and be put down cause that's his home, and try to figure out that why in order to be black does he have go through struggle, live on 64th and Sangamon Chicago that's just asking for trouble.

Why aren't happiness and good times associated with the black culture, instead we like it when we're known for stealing, killing and getting over. I guess it's why light skinned people want to claim different races, why dark skinned woman aren't beautiful because we don't like the color of there faces.  

I guess that's why Mike wanted to be white, why every black man woman and child believe that they have to fight, but naw not injustice and poverty, one another the same person you grew up calling your brother.

But what does it matter cause you don't hear my words. I'm just another black man from Richton Park Illinois so I remain unheard.

Ideas building in my brain that make me want to shout,
I need to let it out.

You see but I can't because I never talk,
stay enclosed in my own world, and I'm hunched over when I walk.

Some might say it's because I'm scared, or nervese.

Nah it's because I'm in my own world is,
not the right way to put it,
because they'll say that your crazy,
they'll say your insane.

In a world where they hate those who are different,
you have to be the same,
but I will speak what I feel,
and be who I am,
and live the way I want cause to be honest I dont give a ****.

Im sorry for what I did, and what I continue to do.

For me to get you pregnant would be the worst thing for us too,
but part of me straight loves and wants forever to be with you.

While the other side is ignorance and pushes me away from you,
and thats not even the worst of it.

I can't control my lust,  
but the women seem to come from nowhere and drive themselves between us.

Please don't leave, I'll stop all of this foolishness,
and just stay and let me love you and will have that picket fence.