You're Mad at me aren't you
You trying to make me regret It
I'm sorry that I don't want you
Once you finally want me
But I told you this
A long time ago
I wasn't gonna wait
And guess what
I didn't
I found a new love
And he's way better  
Than you'll ever be

You laugh
I laugh louder
You smile
I smile larger
You cry
I cry longer
I always think, I'm feeling so much more

But when you said
You're more yourself
When you're with me
I realized
That you're Love Is
equivalent with me

I am not exactly sure why
But with you I don't feel nervous
I never get scared
You never make me mad
I can hold your hand
Yet feel nothing
I can hug you tight
Yet not afraid to let go
I can sleep beside you
Yet we never touched
But for some reason
I can't get you out of my mind
I don't feel the love
Or the connection I felt with the others
Yet with you, I'd never want another

A peaceful spring flower I so simple
But all together can be so complex
It slowly shrinks and begins to dwindle
Seems Intense but shallow on the cortex

As the seasons change It dies and grows back
The fear that It shows that It shan’t return
The pedals quickly fall and the steam cracks
It’s terrified, It’s heart filled with concern

However spring comes back, winter Is gone
Vanished was the fright the flower once had
Now very happy and pleased with It’s spawn
Amazed, everything didn’t go bad

Received a smile from each small flower
The aged spring flower Is filled with power

-                                       It's simple, Life Isn't fair. You grow
                                        Believing
              ­                          It Is
                                        Until the world Releases
                                         It's
                                         Wrath.
                                         Equality
                                         Doesn't
                                           Come                                                     
                ­                           Easily

                                               It most definitely won't
                                                            come­
                                                           without
                                                         ­  a Fight.
                                                          ­ Every
                                                            Figh­t
                                                          Comes
­                                                           With
                                         a consequence. It may seem hard
                                                    
                                                             However                
                                         ­             It's worth It
                                               Barack Obama
                                         Ridiculed                              
                                    So I can
                                   become a
                                     president  
                                         Rosa Parks          Imprisoned
                                       ­        So I can                    sit  
                                    ­               wherever               I                      
                                         ­                       choose

                                  ­       Martin              Luther
                                      ­    King              Assassinated
                                        So I can          befriend
                                        anyone I          choose
                                         Malcolm   X   Murdered          
                                         So I can    be   accepted
                                      Freedom           ­  Riders
                                      Arrested So        I can eat
                                       wherever           I choose
                                          Black             Panthers        
                                         Abused            So I can be      
                                          treated       ­         fairly


                                These fighters died, On the front line, On the battle field
                                                         So I wouldn't have
                                                      To. And yet, Where am I
                                                      Fighting,­ On the front line
                                                            Of the battle field
                                                           So what ever young  
                                                      asp­iring African American
                                                           won't be deprived
                                                            of their education
                                                       ­       Of their History
                                                          Of their right to vote;
                                                           ­  For standing up
                                                         For what they believe In
                                                                ­ It's simple
                                                          ­      Life Isn't fair
                                                               However you
                                                                ­ don't know
                                                                ­  Until life
                                                                ­ unleashes It's
                                                            ­         wrath
                                                           ­        On You

I sat there; afraid, alone, and tired
I didn't know what to do, where to go
No one else will do, You I admired
They tried to help me, all I said was no
Without your love, It’s getting hard to hear
Without your love I think I’m going blind
Without you I am enclosed with dark fear
Without you I am scared of my own mind
Slowly watching the clock that Is my time
Aware that It Is time for me to die
Drowning myself In *****, spit, and grime
The most that I can do Is wonder why
If your love was my reason for living
Why don’t I think I’ll ever quit crying