I  am knocking on  doors,
open  them and hear me
shout across the U.S.A. :

I may be black as blindness
or rainbow hue,
but I am as
American,

as you.

To all the strictly classic mothers and fathers out there
Who hold a glass in hand
And gets everything their child wants handed to them on a silver platter
.
.
.
.
*******
Please don't expect me to say s-o-r-r-y
Because that word doesn't exist in my vocabulary
I don't care that I don't act like your ****** children
I don't care that my parents don't own successful companies like you do
I don't care that I have the newest clothes, or the newest bags, or shoes
I'm just fine with the worn down sneakers I wear
I'm fine with my personality
I'm fine with my life
So could you kindly please do me a favor, and shove you high class manners up your ***...





                                                     ­       Thank you.

the ideals of chemistry say that
the spaces between particles are
negligible.

the crinkles, vortexes are nothing,
distance between skin and hands,
insignificant.

the matter doesn't matter, yet
i feel the chasms growing wider,
gaping.

we are both naïve
but only i detect our ground
splitting.

I won't depend
On hashtag trends,
On free lending,
Or poems trending,
Or coupons for hookers vending.

I won't depend
On society blending,
Or relations mending
On wending paths of truth.

Then we're sending rockets,
Bending rules  for Rulers,
Tending obsequious flocks of sheep.

Beads of sweat ,
Breath down necks,
And the prayer
That this is destiny
For more than a few minutes.
Perhaps at least two of us
Will outlive our teenage lust
And find out what it means to love.
The rest of us
Will all stay stuck
And marry some pretty face
Belonging to a person
We will never know.

I remember you in the worst ways
in flesh flayed from my bones
and exposed nerves in my brain
that hang my words.
and stiffen my spine.
and the catch in my throat,
when he asks to hear my music
or to hear me sing
I freeze
and grow quiet because now I'm afraid
though he has kind eyes
one day his words will come harsh like yours
This is your legacy
fear written in my skin
and an inability to let someone care for me.
I'm stuck in this
and I'm so tired of you
being in my head,
that every negative thought comes branded
In your voice.