I exist as a mirror
Wild lights have glazed over your skin
My whispers are tarnished
Our bodies a shield
Against the coming chills of a brittle wind

I linger with a breeze-like touch,
It comes out hoarse and swollen.
Thoughts  uttered with a breath of regret
Or a sigh of relief.

Your face turns foreign, a mesh of dark warmth
A light without the sun.
We’re all a wounded red
on the inside.

You're a good distraction-
like the channel without infomercials
at 2am.

During the day
you haven't time for me
and I'll waste away

and no one will ask about us.

Is Justice Really Blind?
Or can she truly see
My skin tone, my ***** hair
what makes me.. really me?

Is the fact that I'm black
Is my every single action an act
of violence or hatred for my fellow man
or can that statement I retract?

Can I fit outside
a created stereotype
can I be myself and remember my roots
can my race and the world, call a truce

My skin may be different but my organs the same
I didn't pick my ancestry, so choice isn't too blame
Can I turn back time... can I change my race
just do in this world I can have a chance.. a better place?

One small decision
Has left us in terror
With flames in the sky and bullets going into our hearts
This city is falling apart
The reporters are speaking in shock
As they hear sounds of the booming glocks
The angry and selfish have caused chaos in the stores
Tears and sadness is apparent in their faces
Completely still
Stuck
Whispering HELP ME
HELP US
The police are standing in valiant honor
Trying to hold the pain
The horror
That has surcumbed to this beautiful city
They shout the taunts and words to guilt
While fake blood is being spillt
Bringing the racial issues into play
Much to unity's dismay
We will never surrender to violence unless provoked
Peaceful protestors are the lone light
In this raging battle
To save justice
They want body cameras in the future
But I think they should have them now
We must learn our lesson
This is another Rodney King disaster
The United States is never used to this
So we are scared
I pray for the innocents
They never asked for this
The peaceful protesters earn my respect
They emulate the right way to fight
They are willing to stay up all night
To stand for something
Not looting and breaking into buildings
Those are the examples of the demons within us
The peaceful ones are concerned about police militarization
But they need to survive too
Against the ones who misuse the Guy Fawkes Masks
They stand in fear
Shivering in the cold
As the Seasons Greetings sign hangs in the mist by the tear gas
When will this pass?
Help us find peace
And leave none deceased
STAND.
NO
MORE
GREED.
ONLY
SELF
DEFENSE.
PEACE.

Maybe, it's me.
Who feels you the most important?
When other proclaim you not what I want?

They going on the physical appearance.
While I'm going on the heart.
Which makes you the most important.
Especially, if I'm the one who loves you.

And could care less about others opinion of you.

Satan was swinging over me
the seduction of solitude
ever encroaching into my slippery thoughts.

I'm in a race to retrace back to what I forgot
but in a effort diluted by my distraction
I will surely rot
before I arrive to the place
where I might get off.

I missed the last stop with eyes
heavy with wine and sleep
and the poisonous concoctions
I so eagerly drink

Just a momentary quenching;
simply sated for the moment.

Chapped lips and a rattly voice
this is the brink of atonement.

There is a man on a stage
three feet from a crowd who gazes on
clearly enraged
though nonetheless engaged.

He is rabid with malice
and a darkness in his heart
tainted blood in his chalice

this coal will never spark.

c.e.m. 11.24.2014

I have so many issues
It's quite hard to explain.

So if you find that I'm worth it
You need to learn to stay through the rain.

i tore your picture into shreds and on the back i wrote
that i wish you were dead
because you took it farther than it needed to be
when you realize no one likes you don't come running back to me
maybe you got what you deserved
because no broken heart should force those words to be heard
your tears fill a river and i'm nowhere to be found
so if you ever speak to me again
keep in mind who said i'll never been your friend
i'd call you a *******
but i like your mom more than you so i'll refrain from it