I do nothing wrong.
I bother no one.
I abuse my talent
To amuse myself.
I am an innocent bystander,
Only guilty of loving you.
And you love so hard
That it's dangerous to love.
You love with a love
That's not even more than love,
And it destroys my soul.
But is it not a sin
To **** a mockingbird?

I bask in the
Last of summer suns
Strolling down the street.

I imagine how
The green leaves will brown
As the changing winds will soon
Carry them away.

I breath in
The moist cooling air.
And smile at the
Scent of God.

I live in the land
Of the inbetweeners.
We are what
The French would call,
Bourgeoisie.
What the ghetto calls,
Bougie.
What the successful calls,
Day dreamers,
And what we call,
The future leaders.
I live in
The land of rebels.
The people who fought against their oppressors
Because they know the truth behind
Social Darwinism;
And the fact of the matter is
That no race
Is a superior race
Because "race"
Is a manmade idea
To justify the injust
Ideas of slavery.
The rebels who ran out of chains
Because they weren't
Supposed to be chained down.
The rebels who walked midnight railroads
To escape the clutches
Of the white man's burden.
The rebels who refused to stand
In one spot
When there were plenty of seats available.
The rebels who refused
to bite their tongues and
The rebels who refused to be spoken over
Because they had
A lot of important stuff to say.
The rebels who dreamt outrageous dreams,
So that the complexion
Of your pigment
Was never a deciding factor
In your life.
The rebels who refused
to follow unlawful laws
Because they were
Law abiding citizens
Only when laws were just.
The rebels who challenged what was superiority,
The rebels who changed the course of history forever.
I live in
The land of the outsiders
Who conform the
Preconceived ideas
To fit them
We roll small blunts
of white paper
Filled with the words
of novels and poetry
And blow through those books
Inhaling every letter
And letting it cling to our lungs
Flowing the grammar
Throughout our bodies.
We stand spittin
Absolute value bars
Rapping elongated equations
Of X equals
Y +/- root Z
Divided by root A
Times the quantity of
B - C.
We stick up
Banks filled with
Material and instruction.
Stealing all the information we can take
And try peicing it together
So that more than words
We have knowledge.
We *******
Our brains,
Pleasing its sapiosexual
******* with
Grammar and arithmetic.
I live in the land
Of the inbetweeners.
The people making history
In their everyday lives.
The revolutionaries
Who fight for even
The smallest of issues.
The individuals who stand out
Amongst a crowd of people
That look just like them.
The inbetweeners,
They who refuse
To subjugate themselves
To society,
But will subjugate society
To themselves.

(Chorus)
I been living a fool's paradise
Honey you made a fool in paradise
I really never knew
I was a parasite to you
Oh oh ooh oooh
A parasite to you

Eating away at your happiness.
Giving you pains
You never knew exist.
Patched up your heart
And broke it into
Pieces

Chorus

Unknowingly
I broke your heart
Now all things sweet
Tastes too ****.
I'm sorry for hurting
You so bad,
Now it's time
I take your sad.

Chorus

I wish I'd known
What I did.
Before it had to get like this.
But know I sing
Our final goodbye
With this brokenhearted lullaby.

I Can't Breathe
Suffocating
In a country
That could give
A good *******
About me.
Drowning in a society
That doesn't see the signs.
That doesn't believe
That the darker brother
Has the right to justice.
That simply condones
The mistreatment
Of an entire group of
Human beings.
I tried to walk away.
I tried to surrender.
It didn't  matter
Because now
I really can't breathe.

Hush little baby
Don't you cry
Look into my
Deep brown eyes
I tell you now there comes a day
When life gets better for you baby
Baby. Ooh. Baby.
Yes. Life gets better for you baby.

Chains, all around me.
Whiplash everytime I hear a heartbeat.
Work from dawn to dusk
All day in the sun
No break for me
No I don't get none.
"Plow this pick that.
I need some cotton.
Make me my money
Before I beat you rotten"
Beat me down
But my pride's unbeatable.
**** me now
But my hiers will be equal.
Be equal. Be equal. Be equal.

Chorus

"Hey, fight this war for me.
If you do I'll bring you
All out of slavery"
Deal's fair enough
Only if it were true
I might be out chains
But still beneath you.
Can't learn. Can't vote.
And Why you ask?
It's cuz my skin's
Dark and you just can't have it.
Cant have it. Cant have it.

Chorus

We'll fight our war
And we'll fight it united.
Unity and peace
That's what we'll fight with.
Our battle scars
They will come with us knowing
That our blood was shed
But the better days are coming.
We'll dream like kings
And we'll sit in our seats
Breaking down the walls
Separating you and me.
And me. And me.

The better days
They are coming for you baby
You'll see the better days
One brighter day
For you baby.
The better days
They are coming for you and me
Won't be no slavery
It's so justly for you and me.

Chorus

It had hurt
When I had to
Watch you leave
From the window.
But isn't that
Why they call it
Window pain?
I could thank
Eminem for the line
But that's too formal.
And the fact is
I didn't see you at all.
It happened over Kik,
And I just so happened
To be starring out my window
While I felt
The pain
Of you yanking
My heart out of my chest,
In its most fragile form,
And dropping it
To the concrete
Allowing it to shatter.
I thought you cared,
But I thought wrong.
Again.
I won't look for a new
Fix It Felix Jr
To fix
What Ralph
Wrecked this time, again.
I won't blast
Jhene Aiko chanting
"I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you,
But I want you."
Because it will only
Increase my hurt emotions.
I won't remove our pictures
From my facebook, instagram, Twitter or gallery.
I won't change my status to "single"
Because tomorrow,
When we make 9 months,
We'll be happy...Again.

Fifteen years old.
He welcomed
A small glass bottle.
Perfectly brim filled.
The blue sticker reads:
E&J;
VSOP.
Ernest & Julio
Very superior old pale.
Or even,
More accurately described as
Evil jab to
A healthy liver to
Visciously, yet slowly, strike
A life from the earth.
Because it's an
Odious poison.
He started a family young.
But with 3 kids,
2 baby mamas
1 kid on the way
And no job,
Well no dependent, legal, or for sure job;
Living was difficult.
He consumed the
Liquid venom
From the glass bottle
Like it was the air he breathed.
He drunk it
When he woke up in the morning.
He slept with it.
He drunk it
With his dinner.
He spent days
Without food
Just to devour
The ****** liquid.
He reeked of
The awful stench
Of a few shared 40s
And 1 lonely E&J.;
He abandoned his children.
He traded his daughters' childhoods
For reclusive evenings
With only him, the stars and a bottle.
Occasionally,
He'd be in a isolated corner.
With a shadeless lamp
Laying on it's side.
Taking a sip every time
He thought of an event
He'd miss in each kid's life.
Taking a sip every time
A cockroach crawled across his foot.
Taking a sip every time
He realized he let another person down.
Taking a sip every time
He thought of a
Shoulda - Coulda - Woulda.
Taking a sip
And taking another sip
And yet another until
The whole 40oz were gone.
Only because the warm liquid
Was the only thing
That soothed the pain.
That placated the misery.
That stopped all the bad
And left room
For all the possible good.
But the high only lasted
Just a little while.
Then he'd cry himself to sleep
Because he realized
He was truly forsaken.
He didn't have family.
He didn't have friends.
Not even a trick
On the corner can help.
Who do you turn to
When someone told you: Jesus
And someone else told you: Allah?
Where do you go
When you overwelcome your stay everywhere?
How do you know
You've overdone your rumspringa?
When is juvenile rebellion compete?
He could never answer these questions.
He could never
Find the root of his issues,
So he created more just from bad habit.
And when I was just 2 years old,
I lost my father to E&J.;
Où t'es, papaoutai
Like Strome said
Where are you daddy where are you?
The worst disaster in a kid's life.
Stronger than a nor-easter.
More tenacious than
Katrina or Sandy.
No one to
Dust me off
After I fell off my bike.
No one to
Defend me in the park
When bullies stalk on the little guys.
No one to
Teach a young lady true love.
A shovel,
To dig a black hole
In the space of my heart
To **** up all the pain
But never be filled
Without the affiliation
Of a father's affection.
Just to reassure you,
He's not dead,
His liver maybe,
But he's fine.
But,
He's, sadly,
No father of mine.
A mere ***** donner
Who laid with my mother
One night some time ago.
My love for him,
It will never die.
But the pleasure he finds
In a bottle,
Must decease,
Before he does.

Smell this.
There is a great stench among us.
It's stinking up society
And the justice system.
It's ruining a nation's deepest beliefs.
It's spoiling the achievement of a next generation.
It's pungent.

Taste this.
Even I can taste it on my tongue,
But I'm too much of a lover
To let it part from my thoughts.
It's meat rotting, turning to maggots.
It's poison festering deep in the core of man
And dispersing through his pores.

Hear this.
The wailing of a mother
As she cries for the life of her son.
The same yell screamed by
The crowned young ******
As she watched our Savior be nailed to a cross.
It's screeching.

See this.
A child.
A child slain
In the unjust ways of society.
A child bleeding life
Onto a cold, heartless ground.
A child. A child
Dying in broad daylight.
A child's smile,
Once brighter than a million suns
Going dark. Burning out.
It's flame, once ablaze,
Tiptoeing dimmer into darkness.

Feel this!
Warm blood.
Hot bullet.
Cold hearted.
Allow your fingers to tremble
Across the badge
That's rough around the edges.
That's connected to your assassin.
Feel the victim's hope disintegrate
With his breath.
Feel his mother's heartache.
Feel God's disappointment.

Sense this.
Sense innocence.
Sense wrongness.
Sense injustice.
But can you truly sense
The senseless
Of the situation?

There is rumbling in the sky.
There is rumbling on the ground.
One day there was a blue sky,
And the next a foggy, gray cloud.
She left out of hate, out of pride
Trying to break down her mother who fiercly cried.
He knows what is happening,
For a sprout, he has an old soul.
The soul of a dancing woman;
Who now cries as she looks to see
What her family has become.
And hopes that her love filled tears
Cleans all the hate away.

His is love
Is like a boomerang,
No, frisbee, he throws it out
And that's where it stays.
It doesn't even come close
To her hands.
She can't catch his love
Because it's not there.
Intangible. Vague.
That's his love.
His unreal, intangible love.

His love is like a mother dying.
You're only consultant,
Gone.
She can't imagine it
Because she never had it.
She can't feel it
Because she never experienced it.
It's not there
Cause it's his
Intangible love.

Now she's a broken hearted girl,
'Cause her true -fake- love,
Who she'd catch grenades for,
Abandon family for,
Sell herself on a corner
At a late midnight hour for,
Was seen with his new Barbie doll.
Now she's at home
Overwhelmed with depression.
Scoffing down her third bottle
Of E & J.
Poppin pills like pain killers
To heal her wounded heart.
Neck tied,
Standing on a chair.
Jump! Twitch. Death.
And all just because,
Of his intangible love.

Today is the day;
Apologize and love her.
She's only your mom.

Kings. Queens.
Consummation. Kids.
Chiefs of clans.
Children of chiefs.
Close knit communities.
Continued cycles.

Change.
Colorless crews.
Coins. Captures. Chains.
Chained to you.
Chained to the cruise.
**** me. **** he. **** she.

Check teeth,
Choose wisely.
Chastise. Cracked whips.
Change name:
Kunta, no Toby.

Change, charge.
Christ of captives,
“**** them!”
No, **** him.
Continue evil.

Change.
Break chains.
Knots, no more.
No, change chains.
Lose claims.
Coax comfort.

Contradict. Corrupt.
Cascaded crucifixions.
Charred chandeliers.
Coerce without cognition of
Coming chaos
Of civic correction.
Civilians conform society.
Combatants conquer and confer.

Continue.
Cultural contributions.
Cultural appropriation.
Cultural controversy.
No complications.
No conversations.
Did not conceive,
Cannot convey.
Concede. Not Conceit.

Continue.
Kings cower before
Crowns clarify.
Kings killed.
Queens cope. Queens cry.
Queens say,
“**** compliance!
**** cordial!”
Queens coordinate, combat,
Condemn, don’t compromise,
And command cessation
To corrupt civilization.
Queens continue
Coils, kinks, curls.

1, I tried looking for the best man one day. I found you
And realized, there is no one better.
2, I will always be interested in you.
You're too interesting to lose interest in. There's always something to do,
Always something to talk about.
3, I will always love you.
No matter what.
Rich, poor, sickness, health, life, death.
I will always love you.
4, although you worry about being used,
I can't use somebody I love this much.
5, I hate infidelity.
6, if you give me your heart,
I will protect it with my life.
It will be my most precious gem,
I will adore it, love it, nurture it.
I won't let anything happen to it.
I will bury it deep into soul
and have it surrounded by love
and joy on all sides.
It'll be my own island
and I'll call it
"cour de m'amour" (heart of my love).
And I will live on it
and build our empire on it,
and everytime you hold your heart,
you'll feel my love,
and you'll be filled with the warmest joy one could produce.
I'm yours.
Your friend, wife, joy,
future, present,
family, partner, other half
and everything else I could be
and you want me to be.
And don't you ever forget it.
7, I care too much to ever leave.
I'm here, and I'm here to stay,
for you, for us.
8, I'm breaking out of my shell
& trying to be the best for you.
9, I will always be here for you.
You're a strong man and
I won't let nothing break you down.
Just like you protect me,
I protect you and
I refuse to fail.
You are not alone,
I will never forsake you.
As long as there is breath in your body
I will be there with you,
holding your hand.
I won't let anything happen to you.
10, it's only kismet that we're together. We're soul mates. Partners, for life.
11, I love you like XO!!

Today is not like yesterday,
Because yesterday
Was at least decent.
Today,
Today is not decent.
Today war is a first choice.
Today slavery is
A hidden occupation.
Today love is so difficult to find
And even more difficult to give,
So children don't know what it is
When they have it,
And all that leads to is
Babies having babies ;
With no income,
No stability
And no wisdom.
Leaving us in this invincible cycle
Of idiocy and
Lovelessness.
Today the world is pretty sad.
Our elders
Refuse to leave their homes
Because too many young people
Patrol our streets
And threaten our lives.
More old people bury
Young carcasses,
There won't be a future world
If our life expectancy is 16,
22 if we're lucky.
We are surrounded by
Self harm.
Deceit.
Danger.
Anger.
Authority loathing.
Corruption.
Just to name a few.
So I'm leaving.
I'm packing up a bag,
And I'm following the sun.
I'm going to follow that star
All the way to Morrow.
It is said to be a land of peace;
Where everything is better.
Where there's nothing to stress
So you ain't got no worries.
A place of true greatness,
The utopia we're searching for.
I'm going to ride the sun
To Morrow,
And I'm going to live greatly.
I'm going to live fearless.
I'm going to live.

When did life
Stop being so simple,
That you don't remember a time
That it wasn't chaotic and difficult?
What happened to
The sweet childhood memories
Full of sunshine and fun times?
Why after each conversation with you
I want to cry?
And why after each conversation with you
I want to cry?
Where did it all go wrong?
When did the sun burn out?
When did rain become the only forecast?
How can you live
Knowing how many hearts you've broken?
How can I live
Knowing I'm breaking yours?
I'm sorry my love, but
I need you to hold me like you do.
And I know I'm not deserving of it,
But it brings a peace back to my existence.
It brightens up my black hole.
It placates my pain endured.
It heals my broken heart,
And keeps it safe in your hands.
And that,
Brings a true meaning back to the world.

Barefooted Bohemian ballerina
galloping gracefully in good green grass.
Her arms stretched wide
to each side,
her head held
way up high.
Wind crashing against her face
her hair flowing
with the colors of the  wind.
Shes hippy dippy & a little bit tipsy
But that's ok with the wild winds.
She listens to the  euphonious songs
of her Woodland neighbors.
Shes a  resplendent fairy to most of them
As she glides through the Meadows
With no care in the world.
Why stress about stressful subjects living in soothing serenity.
She inhales:
Tranquility.
True happiness.
Carelessness.
Relaxation.
She exhales,
opens her eyes
and she's back in hell.

I'm sorry.
I'm not who you expected me to be
I apologize and yet repulse change in me.
I'm not who I was as before;        
I dont even know when that person left,          
Or if they were even there at all...
I'm sorry.
I cause so much pain
To the person I swore I loved.
I tried to be like Beyonce
And wake up flawless
So that you could love me
Flaws and all,
But I just ended up all flawed.
We were supposed to be in love forever and ever,
But now you can't even stand to look at me.
And it hurts just to think of you.
Everywhere I go,
Everywhere I turn,
I seem to see shadows of you.
You're tagged paint
Graffitied on walls and sidewalks.
You can't get lost &
I can't lose you
So I'm going crazy
Just thinking bout you wondering
Do you think about me still?
And I tried to fix our problems
But I'm no fix it Felix    
So I wrecked it.
I'll never be good,
Or amazing
Or even perfect,
And that's not bad.
I can't be anyone but myself
And if you can't accept
All of me,
We shouldn't have to try.
I wish to you knew
How difficult it was to think through this.
To tell the "Love of your life"
Something like this.
You dont have to,
Because you complain about it
To everyone except the one person who matters.
You don't have to deal with this.
You don't have to think about the things I do.
You dont have to do anything,
But live on.
A tear may be shed,
A heart may get scratched.
But I will
Bleed hurricanes from my eyes
And endure fractured hearts
Because I put myself in this predicament.
You wont hurt like I will.
You have friends,
I have me, myself and my thoughts.
That's a suicidal pity party.
So,
I'm sorry,
I'm not who I was before.
I'm sorry
That I can't change.
I'm sorry
For trying too hard.
I'm sorry
For not saying a proper good bye.

Mom,
my greatest teacher,
I love you and
You taught me
A lot of important lessons.
You taught me to roll with the punches.
You taught me how to make my own money.
You taught me how to dance.
You taught me how to believe in myself.
You taught me about God.
You taught me how to accept.
But why didn't you teach me
How to love?

I am God's daughter.
You cannot, will not have me.
I live. It won't work.