As a black guy,
No, no as a black man
I feel disheartened often
Not just by media or pressure at home
Or at the office
But by our chocolate to caramel skinned sisters at times
How?  Well allow me to describe this through rhyme.

I know we guys can be a//holes at times
But forever saying we aren't anything drills into our minds.
And if you wanna avoid a heartbreak then here's what I suggest,
Pray over it, then consider your options like an instagram or Snapchat post at best

And moving on if you complain about the selection among your ethnicity
Then get mad when we say "Enough of this" and date outside that group that doesn't make sense to me
Fact is there's a stigma around mixed relationships

If someone makes you happy, no matter what their skin color then why trip?  Let them be happy

When summer comes
I hope the sun shines bright
I hope I have lazy days out and with friends long memorable nights

I wish for finally breaking my self crafted mold
I don't want to die old crusty and alone
I hope I can find the boldness that only hot weather and small bikinis can bring

When summer comes to Chicago
I hope my city can act right
With another Stanley Cup  (hopefully!) To celebrate, I hope my summer is bright

Who am I anyway?
All I remember is jenova
And those pitiful humans
Pushing me over
The edge, but my blade shall be their salvation
I'm an angel, not one that is holy
But one that brings devastation

But the life stream will save us all
But by my blade these puny humans shall fall

Who am i?

When I'm happy
Nothing can go too bad
It's like I've got sunshine all wrapped up
In a brown paper bag

But when I'm down
I feel broken into splinters and pieces
Of **** that's not even worthy of the lowliest of dung beetles

It's a weird emotional map for me
Everyday either a rising hill or yet another deep valley
But I've cruised through both, not through
Perseverance but through faith
It wasn't easy believing, but that and my family helped keep me straight