his Eyes are the leafy root of a carrot,
Portals to the sustenance underground.
his Feet are bare but determined to go far.
his mouth is a canopy to a dense forest
Hiding from the world, what lays inside.

his flyaway hair, like a fallen piece of bark,
an imperfection that's part of a perfect picture.
his Thoughts are raindrops pouring off of an elephant leaf,
Small indentations flowing from a vast expanse.
his Voice is the wind, carrying me away to a better place.

his Charisma is Grandfather Mountain who holds old wisdom,
ever durable through the storm.
his Past, a collection of sand,
is molding into a seashell that will take a lifetime to form.
his Soul is a pinecone,
Guarded on the outside but holds something precious to me.

Trapped inside a box
seeking to round its edges
teeming to rid its conformity
it obeys like a slave to its master
bubbling hatred gets stirred by cruelty
that spreads like venom
lies entangle your every word
as you build upon a faulty foundation
of this relationship
warm tears mark paths down my face
trapped inside a box
struggling to round its edges
as it envelops every last drop
of the will to survive

there It is
as big as Goliath
It stands, monstrous and menacing
waiting for the chance to strike
at those unfortunate enough to cross Its path
It watches my eyes as i look for an exit
It's as dark as the days without sun
It slithers like the Serpent from the garden
i see my chance and run. run so fast and away from this beast
that lizard was no match for me and my sligshot.

The blinding lights
shine on glistening faces.
Applause fills the air as music ceases.
I recreate this scene again and again.

My body emulates sentences
with. periods, and commas.
We do this to plant a picture
in their minds.

Constantly evolving,
DANCE is an expression
of the way we feelwhen we fly free
without wings to carry us.

weary from the hate stares, i try to sleep.
this beds harshness intolerable, no more comfortable dreams.
In a world full of color, i can only experience grey.
devoured by sirens, shouts, but the silence overwhelms me,
while the stench of oppression seeps out from every corner
i can still taste what i am not allowed,
but who cares? I am just something akin to animal now.

(references to novel Black Like Me)