Who is now reading this?

May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.

As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it;)
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.

i'm not a slave of compliments.
I won't overdose on injections of racism.
The only addiction i have it of the melanin in my skin.
My heritage is not a sin.
My womanhood has always been the evidence of excellence.
My faith is not a bad habit I need rehabilitation from.
If discrimination was a drug i would be high every day

Let's dance on a New York Rooftop,
Since this is the closest to Heaven we've ever been,
The sky changed it's tone for us...
We live in an endless reel of film.

Can I feel you on my moon kissed skin?
Since this is the closest we've ever been..
Eyes meeting, but never stay
Hearts beating but never at the same pace.

'Cause you have different goals
And I have all these ambitions
You deserve more than you know
And i'm working towards more recognition
You can swim, i'll just take a boat
And i'll meet you at a location
Where it's possible,
For us to be us..

'Love' is such a complicated word to use here
I kinda fell in 'love' with someone last new year's
But things have changed since you got here,
Things changed, I changed & now my story has a new exciting page
But ****... What if losing you is part of the universe's plan?
What if fate never really gave a crap?
If the world's intentions were to suddenly change,
No doubt, I'll still 'like like' you anyway

Your mouth is too full of the words you're about to say to swallow what I'm telling you. Your ears are too blocked with the sounds of what you think you're hearing to listen to my desperate cry for help. Your eyes are too clouded by what you want to see to be able to perceive what you've done. You're oblivious; can't you see you're killing me? I love you.