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Why not the ******* who just robbed the old man at the corner store
Why not the lady who crack induced her own abortion because she didn't want a baby no more
Why not the gang banger who killed a man just for his name
Why not the dishonest greedy businessman who's always begging for change
Why not the creep at church that gets away with touching little kids
Why not the guilty pastor that knew about it yet acted like he never did
Why not the ungrateful mother that enjoys bullying her seed
Why not the evil grandkids at gravesites holding their hands out in open greed
Why do people like this don't feel as much hurt and suffering
Why does it seem my life is just a living offering?
Just a small idea. Wasn't sure where I was going with it. It may still change.

(C) Maxwell 2014
and just like that
you're gone with
*the wind
I'm not even mad.

(C) Maxwell 2014
my mother has blue eyes
but I'm still a ******
my mother has blonde hair
but I'm still a ******
my daddy is black as night
but I'm still a *******
my daddy has ***** curls
but I'm still a *******

I call this hash tag the struggle
because to be biracial is nothing
more
because to be biracial is nothing
less
than a struggle
to find who I am
to find who I should be
to find who I'm supposed to be

i really wish they were the same person
i really wish you understood hash tag the struggle
but you don't
and you won't

so stop telling me about my
good hair
and stop telling about my high
yellow skin
and stop telling me my parents have the fever
and stop staring at me when I
walk in
and stop trying to guess which parent is black
and stop trying to guess which parent is spanish

No

I'm not Spanish.

No

I don't speak Spanish.

No

You CANNOT touch my hair

Yes, my nose is in the air
Of course I think I'm the ****
Because I live my life trying to be better than women who are dark skinned ...with something I was born with
...out of my control
Of course I try to flaunt my plush lips around the white girls who get botox
who then become the have nots because I've stolen all the brothas hearts from the city and the boondocks

See you don't even know me
but you think these are my goals

see I call this hash tag the struggle because nobody understands the trouble in being whole
when you're given two halves
that don't match to patch up one soul
and you're born into a ****** up mess still expected to know

and they tell you to ignore them all
be yourself
race should not define you
but I can't even fill out two ******* boxes on a standardized test
because you are only allowed to check ONE to describe you

hash tag
**TheStruggle
Just venting on what it's like being black and white.

(C) Maxwell 2014
Please,
will you make love to me so bad it
hurts?
So that I cannot tell the pain in my heart is worse.

Please,
will you leave marks of agony
on my skin?
So that I cannot sense the suffering
deep within.

Please,
will you say how much you love me
even if for one night?
So that I can be lost in the moment
and the moment be right.
(C) Maxwell 2014
And as the rain trickles down
my sense of wonder
I continue to question my
being

And as the sun fails to shine
on dark valley nights
I continue to walk without
seeing

And as the body shuts down with
failure to thrive my senses
become weak by
deceiving

But as the skies come alive
to promise me hope
I shall never give up on
believing
(C) Maxwell 2014
pieces of me have fallen away
now i don't know where to go
the missing parts are gone forever
they're memories ill never know
(C) Maxwell 2014
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