My Black is:
Quiet, Strong, Independent,
Loving. Too nice.
My Black is
go ahead and LOVE yourself
you say you love me through drunken dialed phone calls at 5 in the morning and I can't say it back. I just don't want to give you something that I know I lack. If I had the love you deserved then maybe I'd be the one for you. But I am crimson and you are green and together we create a different hue.
If it seems that there is nothing left to live for, there is love...
Love, above all, wins the fearful fight.
I cannot look at the moon or stars
without thinking of your bright eyes
They will always remind me of you
i'm really high
clutching a ****
between my legs
and the threats
come in all individual invitations
can i feel you how are you erica
do you feel me,
do you bite
are you hungry
the hands of time slow
and i feel like touching them
until they grow petals and bloom
but im not that fast not quick
enough for thirsting
for the colors that a god has given me
and allowed me to see them differently
i cough and lean my head back on the wall
I am ashamed, Sister!
I live in a house, I want to renovate.
Yours was bulldozed, now you live in a tent.
I need a new car, trade the old one away.
You lost your feet in a bombing yesterday.
I sleep so cozy and warm in a king size bed.
You find comfort in the cold hard floor instead.
Something doesn't work out I'll complain to everyone.
While you hide your tears when you lose someone.
My freezer is full with samosas and pies.
Your tummy sounds are muffled by rockets and cries.
I open my fast with plenty food in my plate.
You are thankful for that single date.
I do some chores my back is sore.
You lost your sons your pain is much more.
My Eid clothes are bought, few hundreds gone.
You were forced to leave with the clothes you had on.
I need a few holidays throughout the year.
You won't abandon your land despite the fear.
I have everything yet I still want more.
You just want peace, the end of this war.
Despite all this you are closer to Allah then I'll ever be.
So I am ashamed sister, ashamed for being me!
This work is not one of mine. Unfortunately I do not know who the original author is.