Truth hurts, always have.
When history must be shared.
A few with get upset when they comprehend what others has done.

But the truth hurts mostly one over the other.
After they been told only about them.
When others talked about?

Then it's a different matter.
Cause the truth hurts when truth exposed segregation and allegations.

History a tricky matter here in America.
Some will be painted worst, and like we see hatred within churches.
Why?
The truth hurts.
The truth hurts when you contribute others to the mix.

This when folks throw a fit.

I tried.
I like.
I did it.
Not once has I regret it.
And it was enjoyable.

I seen
I want.
I went after it.
Not once has I denied it.
Life meant to be explorable.

We all have desires, this a fact.
And all of mine looked legal.
Then again, I am not a legal eagle.

I did it.
I done it.
And it was meant to be.

Least, it made me happy.

Sometimes, we laugh.
Sometimes, we wonder and ponder.
Yes, sometimes by things people say.

Yes, the wicked one of hell.
Get more recognition do tell.
You cheat and get caught.

The Devil did it.
He pushed me into havoc.
You steal or embezzle from your employer.
The Devil did it.
Yes, the wicked one from hell pushed you into that mess.

Yes, leave it to the ministry.
Who?
We should level blame upon
Sure, this manipulation comes with charm.
Sure, he the master of various harms.

But at the end of the day.
We must confess up and take the blame.
Even by saying the Devil did it.

When all he did was sit and watched?
We ALL have a wicked amongst us.

What if?
Love didn't exist.
I guarantee us two would create it.

Our energy just that strong to start it.
Like a match that create a flame of fire.
Just being with one another create desires.

What if?
Hate tried to destroy us.
Similar to people so jealous of us.

Deep within us is the power to override it.
Push it aside like it can't affect us.
We on this pleasure mission to find nothing but love.

So, all the what if?
In this fantastic world know to avoid us.
All because they not ready to face this trouble.

Because of love is so powerful.

Your eyes told me.
Told me things on your mind.
Your voice tells me.
All the things you want to do.
Your hands touches do it too.

Watch what you requesting?
You are asking for something that's too much for you.

I am like you.
I love challenges.
Especially in the field of romance.

Just watch what you requesting?
I just might impress you.

I see you.
I see you grow with manners and respect.
Avoided, all the trouble others seem to find

I can honest say this.
I am proud of my son.
Oh, you have your moments.
Then at that age I did too.

But you everything I enjoy.
Everything I enjoy just seeing you grow.
Yes, my son, I love you so.

You this youthful young adult.
Talented in various ways.
And I have sworn to you.
To protect you in every way.

With love, I honest write this poem.