sometimes i wish
you'd see beyond
the color of my eyes
and the cloth wrapped around my head

i wish you would
think of me as an individual
put away my appearance
and regard me as a person

my thoughts matter
my ideas aren't all bad
i have opinions
and i choose to speak my mind
if only you would
listen to my words
and try to comprehend what i'm saying
rather than focusing on my accent
and the way my lips curve when i speak

the cloth on my head
does not rid me of ideas
it does not limit my mental capabilities
it does not lower my tolerance
have a debate with me
spark a conversation
instead of complimenting my smile
compliment my mind
instead of assuming that my beliefs are enforced upon me
ask me what i believe
ask me what i value

tell me what you base your morals on
question me
give me counterarguments
talk to me
instead of staring at me
and making biased assumptions
already concluding who i am
and where i come from
before you've even
said hello!

i am not just the color of my skin
i am not just the size of my thighs
i am not just the design of my clothes
i am not just the price of my purse
i am not just the pattern of my headscarf
i am not just the length of my nails
i am not just a body

i am a mind
i am a heart
i am a soul

i am my theories
i am my thoughts
i am my perceptions
i am my opinions
i am my viewpoints
i am my objectives
i am my purpose
i am my outlooks
i am my intentions
i am my reasons
i am my perspectives
i am my choices
i am my principles
i am my ideologies

i am a thinking, feeling, living, stimulated, motivated, inspired being

i've got a world inside of me
take a look see
before you choose to pass judgment on me.

I is a me, inside of thee,
For a fusion of time and tea,

Silence the night, like bringers of dawn,
Form all the beauty inside a white room,


I called to the owls,
They said tis' was mine,


I call to the woods,
They left it unheard,

I'm not your's cries the wolf-man,
Breathing his cordial gross, differences,

Seashells are darker,
When days are brighter,
Like the shadows of monks,

In Sanctuary's of storms,
There I find,
All that is mine

We have war
and much death.
What is being
taken in a battle.
Means little.

How did we
get to this point.
Or maybe why
have we not grown
beyond this level.

More people
yearly come
out of poverty.
But why is anyone
really in poverty.

I cannot believe
with all that the have, have,
that the have nots
cannot be brought,
to the point of having??

Food would be nice,
and some water too.
And to not be killed
over a piece
of dirt.

But there we have
the root of it all
when you have
you want more,
at the cost of human life!

GREED!!

Same as yesterday,
A ruthless beg at the morrow,
For trees and colors of light,
That stream through murdered pasts,

Twlight breathe,
Of longer passions,

Vertigo isolation,
She's running the mill,
She's always so cold,

A scheme against the day's blight,
A force of lonliness,
Abide,

Maybe treason and reason,
collide like intentions
prevent the confiding belief,

Although I'm here,
Living this frivolous life,
The steadiness of virtue and strife,
Lead me into indecision and decision,
Like a broken symphony,
I chastise the thought,

For truth and bottles of blue,
Beneath the evening view, divine, present my intentions with,
The finest view of what to think,
Or what we think together,
At rest forever


Your persona and mine,
Mix like water, fire and filth,
Burning the melodic stench of depth,
A trance of melting of skin