I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.

Its gone
It's gone
It's all, gone..

The storm has once again, clouded out the Sun
In fear,
A vicious cycle full of many
Yet, I can't seem to find one..

One to vent
One to be my Heaven sent
One to find the beauty in my mess
One to aliviate the pain that dwells inside my chest

But I have waited..
Waited for that day
To come..

And when it does...

I will know
Like an Angel she will glow
They will awe at the beauty God bestowed, upon the earth
Frantically believing our Savior has returned

All will ponder, "Who is her?"
Thou shall say, "Her, is She."

A form
of the unknown

i don't want you to listen to me
*i want you to hear me