This isn’t a case
Of writers block
Tides have turned
The winds have stopped

Unread poems
Sacks stuck at home
Unposted unknown
Dear Eliot
Where did you go?

All my thoughts
Demand to rhyme
Contemplating
Line after line

Dear Eliot
What is this evil
Who downloaded
This poetic upheaval
Within your cyber grip
You control the trending list

Where approval declines
We are poetically confined
Dear Eliot
Have you lost your mind?

All you do is bring me down
Bring me down.
Am I not good enough?

You make the same mistake too
What did I do?
Nobody's perfect, but you.

Take a good look in the mirror
So what do you see...
Me.

I'm losing my mind
Why can't you leave me alone?
You're haunting me.

Now that you're gone
I'm free.
Are you happy now?

With every curve on my well structured, magnificent being, am black
How could a momentary mirage of foreign glitter make me forget that am black?
Even the sun kisses my bronze beautiful skin because am black
With a pure heart and a serene soul, am black
Neither actions nor words can accentuate my color, am simply black.

it is the most effective condition