She came as a breath of fresh air

As beautiful as
Morning Glory
Embraced by dew bathing
Epiphanic
Under a yawning sun

Gentle as a breeze
Her softness
My hallucinogen
I melt in her arms
Continuously

I am in awe of
Her beauty
Breathtaking
Delicate
Feminine
Black

Beautiful Melanin
I fell into her spell
With alacrity

Coffee Black no
Sugar no cream

My Queen

Envied and persecuted
Her essence
The epitome of strength

Like coffee Black no
Sugar no cream

My Queen

There is someone that a thank you maybe not enough
A cut with a knife and making my blood flow may not sufice
She did something that no one can ever do
What she did is like Gods hand changing the sky from red to blue
She made the dead **** turn into a beautiful rose
Life is dark when you see it through my eyes
But in your eyes light grows ever so pretty
My life was all full of lies
No one i trusted showed me the pleasure of being alive
It was easier for me to die and leave the world behind
I saw the patients die in front of my eyes and wandered why cant it be me who doesnt get revived
I have always wondered why these thoughts are in my mind
Why do people love me and say i am kind
Do i deserve what i get or am i just trying to be happy and leave the world behind
I know my thoughts are crazy but i cant control my mind
I love people althought i know i am bound to be hurt
Depression Depression thats my story
I know you try to hold my hand and comfort me til the morning
But i am still fed up of fighting for glory
Maybe its time to hang the white flag above my chest
I know this is hard to hear
But i am done living in fear
I am done living in pain
Maybe it should be a start of a new year
Time to let the time pass
And through everything out in the sea
Let me become a blood bath
I should not think negative i do agree
But you once showed me the way to be free
You told me take my wings and fly away
Your words were encouraging but what you did was the key
I appreciate and remenise every single day
Now i understand the meaning of living
And how i should looked at myself in peples eyes
I should not stop givving
Even if people dont realize my size

Open me and turn my page
Let me fantasize your reality
Let me show you love
Let me be your friend
I am addictive if you hold me
I make you wiser every time you read me
Some read me to escape reality
Each word on my page is magic
And every picture is a fantasy
Writers poor their tears on each page
Share thier happiness or sorrow
It may change your life
Although I might get replaced
I still have a place in other peoples heart
Don't be scared to read me
I will make you drown in my stories
Keep reading and you will understand what I mean

Sometimes, I am in love with myself.
I force them to witness my love for my melanin
because they would love for me to hate my melanin.
I know that I am seen, but I want to be heard, 
The first amendment allows me to speak, but they refused to hear a word-
that comes from my mouth.
My lips stereotyped as too black.
My diction too proper to act like this,
yet my slang is too ghetto to act like that...
Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to be white.
I hate being stared at when I speak in Spanish.
I never know if it's in disgust or in comfort, 
because the sound of the double "r" rolling off of my tongue
sounds like the ricochet of the bullets they fire from their guns.
Since they no longer can enslave us like animals, they slaughter us
because, "if I can't have you no one can."
I refuse to be put down.
I refuse to shutdown.
My brown skin threatens,
and you all should be afraid.
Because I will banish your negativity with my Latin American flow,
speaking in Spanish with the Bachata tempo filling my veins.
My Ebonics is iconic, 
and I refuse to be put in a box when the world is a sphere.

I... am more... than this.