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.

I get it America
I really do
I am mixed race too
just like you are
I understand how hard it is
to make it look like
there is no internal race conflict
to try and conceal the race war within
putting on fake appearance
to show cooperation
affirmative actions
I also wanted it to look like I was progressive too
moved on from race war
just like you America
There is raging race war within me

The land of raw beauty,
Not entirely peaceful,
But I still have hope that one day unity will be treated as a duty,
For this land,I'll forever remain indebted to say "I'm grateful",
So many names are thrown upon this place,
But only the blind believe what they've heard about a thing even without seeing its face,
Dark continent???
Well black is beautiful,
It portrays strength,power,hardwork, toughness,
Though others bleach out of their complexions,they don't understand they contain pricelessness.
If only all could see what I see,
If all great dreams could come to be,
If only we all could just believe in what we had,
Including love,
Greatness would be attained,
Been robbed and taken advantage of,
In the name of innocence,
The innocence I call foolishness and illeteracy,
That's old stuff,shouldn't be the case.
My mind can't stumble upon even just one idea to change history,
But its got plenty to change the future.
If life is hope,I believe hope is life.

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.

When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.

So many keys to success!
You just have to be at the right door,
There's a bunch of options;just don't be careless,
You might drop your key to floor,
And fail to recover it,
So many keys but specific,
Each individual has their door and key of breakthrough

You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.

So long, my love
For how the sky cries
For how my eyes do

So long, my love
Not diamonds, not even stars
Are more precious than you

So long, my love
My hands, they bleed
And my heart does, too

So long, my love
You taught me that strength
Can be true

So long, my love
Leave my darkness
I need your aura to beam through

So long, my love
Oh my love, it will last
Deep forever, for you.

Silence was overwhelming
The tension was in the air
As if we were in a warzone
And no one wanted to be the first to give up
But for us, neither of us wanted to give up
Promises that we will never leave

The way you broke that silence
You shattered the glass everywhere
And what left your mouth were not words
But a warm breeze on a cold night
That melted the ice cubes
Residing in my heart

You taught me love is not a mistake
And how love feels when you kiss my hand
The way your voice sounds
When you tell me I’m a gift sent from above
And that we are meant to be
With words that belong to a poem
Now found their way to me

When you touched me,
I felt like a flower that blossomed
Emerged between the cracks
And everything that has fell apart in me
Somehow fell back together
As if your hands were made out of glue
And my body is a puzzle piece
Nobody told me that being in love with you
Is better than all novels

I want you to send me your voice in a postcard
So I can hang it next to the flower you once gave me
I want to breathe you, I want to feel you
Because distance is overrated, beauty is overrated
But love, love is above all ratings

Everyone can see you in my eyes,
Soaked in my skin
As clear as a tattoo
Everyone can see how I am a woman in love
A woman inked with love
Inked with you

I always want to tell you
How you smell like home
Like something that got lost along the way
And I’m mostly not good
With love poems
But with you, somehow.
I always have something to say.