Pointing fingers
accusing glares
you see me as
a different creature
oblivious to me
my feelings
my opinions
prejudice in
your eyes
curious yet cruel
you want answers
so here
here is my soul
lay it across
your precious maps
and directions
pin it down
hook it up
to your machines
pull apart
the fibers of me
watch your
accusing finger
scan over
my DNA
watch is falter
as it scans
find the proof
that I am human
I am a human
yes, I am different
but others are like me
wanting to be free
of labels
and stereotypes
judges and lawyers
are baffled
leave us alone
I'm not asking you
to be my best friend
all I'm asking
is that you
will treat me like a human
give us the rights
promised to us
by our forefathers
written in iron pen
it was "we the people"
not "we the privileged"
As we live among you
just see us
as friends
as children
as humans.

I am the observer, the artist.
I wonder the thoughts of others.
I hear the unheard cries for help.
I see the details that disguise hidden pain.
I want to reach out across the globe.

I am the observer, the artist.
I pretend that I could inspire people.
I feel in my heart I can't.
I touch the minds of the innocent.
I worry that my best won't be enough

I am the observer, the artist.
I cry for those whose survival is uncertain.
I understand that second chances exist.
I say to try harder.
I dream that we will be loved.
I hope I can make a difference.

I am the observer, the artist.

A winding snake
though misjudged
as a fiery coal's warmth
winding through man
binding us together
sometimes unwanted
no choice to choose
dangerous yet treasured
a somewhat paradise
blossoming in flames
or a gentle nudge
like lilies swaying in the moonlight
stealing a breath
quickening the hear
occupying thoughts
our culprit is love.

Night's dark warm embrace,
the presence of a blanket,
bright sparks in the sky.

Dawn's rosy fingers,
pull the sun out from hiding,
leaves diamonds on the grass.

The sun gets bolder,
now burning off the diamonds,
starts a scorching reign.

Dawn now pronounces,
the hot sun's job is now done,
Night comes once again.

The summer's done
we're now in school
the winter's to come
no more with the pool.
The winter's to come
with frost and snow
now it's Autumn
the pumpkins are aglow.
Halloween is fun
a candy galore
Skittles, Smarties
I can't eat anymore!
Family comes over,
for a gigantic feast
the last piece of pie
turns kids into beasts.
The colors of change
are red orange and brown
swirling tumbling
but then come down.
Now the ground is art
a beautiful show
warm colors overlap
brief before snow.

A blue clear sky
the leafy green trees
rainbow colored flowers
the sound of buzzing bees.

A cold crisp air
freshly fallen snow
tall leafless trees
the cold an animal's foe.

A clean leafy smell
the school bell ringing proudly
and the mockingbird's call
singing so proudly.

Bright bursts of color
pollen everywhere
little showers of rain
and a sweet smell in the air.

Hot and sticky
this yellow pollen is
plugging up
it so seems
my entire head
I can't think straight
my mind is blank
my nose feels
twice as large
my brain is full of cotton
I can't hear
a single thing you say
The streets
are covered
in this dreaded color
Until the next day
when a heavenly cloud  
is spotted
and luckily another
and then another
a single drop descends
and is followed
It  banishes
the hot sticky air
to be replaced
by a wet and fresh smell
the yellow pollen
is washed away
from the streets
and my head