Birthday

So I'm 19 years old today I didn't party but I celebrated internally I laid up happy, got some dead presidents to spend and as a bonus I got to speak to a very good friend

Now ordinarily I'd choose right now to destroy many others in this flow
But I'm gonna give a shout out to the lovely @thicksnoww
Seriously she's awesome you'd be a ******* to not follow the page
Take this as the advice from Nero The Sage

But anyway thank you one and all for all the birthday wishes the love filled me with fuzziness and happy days like a kid on Christmas
Anyway I'll lay this to rest,
Thank from my heart because you're all the best

What do you do
If you're just alone
And you're reminded constantly
Of the love you can't have, or hope
To control
You become the third wheel
An unnecessary addition to a plan
And you build up walls
That no one will bring down
The smile leaves your face
Like its training for a race
And where it was resides a scowl.

You cry where no one can see
Inside your soul as your heart continues slowly breaking
And your mind keeps on baking
You wonder "what am i supposed to be doing?"
"Why am i riding these coattails, to what is life grooming me for?"

You become third wheel
An unneeded piece, or a living disease...

It feels like I've downed about 3 shots because it's illogical unlike spock to let you back unbridled in my head I thought we were dead we were one at one time but to go back there we would need to rotate earth the other way around the sun because what we had was Russian Roulette using a howitzer as the gun because when it was great it was unstoppable but I'd give anything to get rid of these forget me nots so I can finally find peace on this chapter now I'm no rapper but I had to get all this off my chest because these verses are both cursed and blessed I guess I could make a gesture toward sanity but I couldn't be normal for the rest of my life...

The worst feeling is loving someone
and them loving you back
but because they've been so distant
you don't know where their heart is at
Love is so tricky
even when your numb, desperate or picky.
sometimes it works with me, other times against
But still I'd take this woman, over any old *****.
I guess, no wait I really mean to say
is that even though I love her, when we aren't talking time goes in a reverse way.
the days feel like months, the weeks years.
I've tried to remain close with several other people I call my peers
but even thay can't compare to the soft spot in my heart.
we were closer once, but it seems like we're falling apart

I know she's older, and thus more responsibilities
but I'd give anything just to have her close to me
I hate having to live still just off of random memories
Writing stories, kissing, smiling,  making love
Letting our passion be known to the stars above
I try my best to be understanding
you know "I'll be there for you baby, no need for planning"
If my heart was the lunar Lander than she's the girl manning
But come on girl, show me some sign of life
please, please babe, because I'd hate for our love to die tonight

There was love here
There was affection here
There wasn't any regret
There wasn't any fear

There was hope
There was strength
There was vigor

There's anxiety
There's some pain
There was sunshine
Now there's rain

But there will be happiness
There will be a smile again
There were scars once
But those wounds will heal again

Oh she totally deserves it!
Totally!
She totally deserved getting slammed to the ground 
For no reason! It was simply slam a random student season!
Oh she was black too! That makes it even better!
It just makes her bashing by all of the media and people saying she acted out and needed to get slammed justifiable


It's not like technology or human decency is... Ya know... Unreliable

A sight beyond sight
Forever watching the stars,
Fall from the sky
Beyond a galaxy too immense to describe
The lights traveling thousands of Light years
Seemingly instantaneously

A love beyond love
Caring for one another despite time,
Space, distance and age.
They stand as one, hand in hand,
Two wandering spirits traveling together

A friendship beyond
Even my own exorbitant expectations
With these figments of my imagination
Manifested into my nerdy possessions
And my 6 stringed expression machines
However, attachment with material things is not to be taken lightly...

My cosmic girl has writers block?
Oh me oh my that's quite a shock
Your thoughts are muddy like a swamp
Or fast and fleeting like a college romp
Thoughts are jumbled ohhh what a mess.
My mind is blank and heavy is my chest.
What to write i just don't know.
My heart is hurting and so is my soul.
Hmm...
Well what to do we can't have that
Shall we write together to get the spark
Back into your head because your writings are amazing
You muse on any topic wonderfully milady
Thats the problem I think i got,
I cant pick a topic to fill the spot.
All thought seem to fly on by.
Leaving me aggrieved and ready to cry.
I think we both just need to vent,
Because we both seem emotionally spent
My mom quit her job and I'm horribly sad
I never think I'm good enough for anyone to be glad
I'm trying to hold it together but I'm falling apart
Now tell me madam, what's been burdening your heart
Ohhh this and that and everything,
A breaking heart unwilling to sing.
My family is dying one after another.
I hold em together...everyone's mother.
I am the strength and I stand alone.
I am just so cold right down to the bone.
No rest for the wicked they say.
Well neither for those who keep it at bay.
This release therapy has benefited us both
I'll play the role of an anchor to hold you steady and close
Well that's all the time we may have I suppose
Thank you very much for being here for me Natasha M L the rose :)
Anytime I am needed I will be near,
and I am truly glad I got you here.
Thanks for listening I needed to vent.
Now I feel less flustered with time well spent.

The biggest mistake our society made
Was thinking all of our experiences are universal, one in the same
So know when we say society is to blame
We can look back now at this mistake we made.

Although our paths may cross our roads are very different
We can intersect and end up in different places spaces occupied by life's unchanging eyes
But despite this interplay and crossroading we still can't seem to find harmony despite all our advances and abilities to share our lives and perspectives with others
For all the hate i see out there, you'd think there'd be just as many lovers

The biggest mistake our society made
Was thinking all of our experiences are universal, one in the same
So know when we say society is to blame
We can look back now at this mistake we made.

There are so many voices in this global choir
So many choices at the places we go to, it takes less energy to love and unite and we perspire to hate and divide, not aspire to be as one gigantic family under the sun
And if not now, then when will that wonderful day come?

The biggest mistake our society made
Was thinking all of our experiences are universal, one in the same
So know when we say society is to blame
We can look back now at this mistake we made.

"If it may please the court...
ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
I'd like to testify on behalf of my client."
"Go ahead. but make it quick."
"thanks judge."

Now I'd be lying if I said
that my client is perfect
he's made mistakes and earned his stripes
like a fighter on the circuit
But his mistakes have taught him
more than a school ever could
he's been thru it all in his city
No pity he seeks all he wants is redemption
life hasn't been kind to him like it hasn't been to you
we've both swapped stories about our ****** up times
two broken souls meeting....

Look at his track record he's been nothing but loyal, he'll treat anyone who catches his fancy as if she's royal
Want him to plant something? show him the soil
Bad day, he'll sing you a cheesy love song
cuddle you close, when he's got to go somewhere he'll always bring you along
Cramping that day? that's a non issue
providing heating pads chocolate and a teddy bear
texting while you're gone saying I miss you
and like Prince all he wants is to kiss you

All he's asking for here is a chance
Let him prove himself for once, let him go to the dance.

How are you feeling Nero?
Oh I'm okay
Because whenever people ask me that question
That and just plain Meh are all
I can say
Some days I feel just off color
Like Romeo without his lover
It might be the weather
But I feel about as competent sometimes
As a really cold sweater

Insomnia isn't helping matters
Lack of sleep is driving me about as nuts as as a lost sheep
Thankfully I'm over my phase of self loathing
Like radio heads creep
But I'm in another transitional period
But what this is for eludes me

There once was a kid who'd been hurt
As a result he became cold and curt
But he ran into someone
Who brightened his day like the sun
And stitched up the scars in his patch of dirt

He's feeling much better and in a better place
the negativity mostly has left his mind space
his smile returned
but he doesn't want to be burned
Because he doesn't want to go back to that place

So he's in a position he doesn't want to be in
Because he doesn't want his heart to cost him a friend
Should he play it to the vest
Should he go for broke and invest
Because this'll drive him around the bend

Kiss of life?
More like lips I've never touched because I had about as much Appeal as a rotten banana during my formative years
No tears now cause that was ages ago and as time goes on unstoppable like an Amtrak train
I'll maintain something close to esteem of myself while not holding too much for anyone else
What else can I write complexly laid rhymes about besides lack of esteem and crippling self doubt like Nathan Peterman after 2 pick 6's during another buffalo Bill's rout.
Kiss of life?

What's a kiss even like?

It's storming here,
The rain is kissing the air
And caressing my window panes
It reminds me of the internal storm I face
As I fall deeper into the recesses of my brain

It's a hard sensation to explain
It's like I'm sick of myself but can't abandon my name
I'm collapsing internally, externally I'm all the same
I know I'm odd, I'm cut from a different grain

Am I too sensitive? Too emotional?
This has been burdening my brain
Should I shut out my own feelings?
Protect myself from them, as an umbrella does the rain...

Maybe I don't sleep with anything with a pulse
maybe I don't 15 kids in the vault
maybe I'm not what people expect me to be
maybe I'm different... isn't that crazy?
Maybe I'm not for a one night stand
maybe I want to around my girl build plans
maybe I want to take long walks on the beach
build sand castles, sit around and snuggle while we watch movies

Maybe I'm sorry, I'm a helpless romantic
I want to do this for someone and it drives me almost pedantic
I mean I'm the yin to an jerkoffs yang
maybe I just need to get out more
come back to my house smelling like *** and regret, or just become a manwhore
I mean the nice guy act may have been good 5 or ten years ago...

Maybe I have to be an ***, that's the only way to go

Damaged goods,
Walking through the hoods
Crying non-understable tears
A lot of hesitation, fear of love
And affection, a happy dispositon
But a lot of self protection,
Pushes away those who would love to
See the puppy happy

So he finds shelter, a cardboard box this night
It's not raining thankfully so he sleeps tight
He curls up and sleeps, as soundly as he can
Then up he gets and away from another bad human he ran
Then the fleas, and the mange became even harder to bear,
He began to wonder if anyone was out there

Then, a human! In a coat so shiny, he didnt know where he was
He didn't feel the fleas anymore, and his stomach was full with lunch
He looked up, apprehensive but still grateful
And a nurse kept petting him and snuggling him while he was on the table...

To be continued

The bottle sits on the table half air half a concoction of my ow design
But then I guess is shouldn’t be surprised since I use it to free me from the demons in my mind
They say you can easily kick these habits and beat the depression
But lord have you ever tried?

Have you ever tried to finally kick
The habit when practicing you seem to fit
Into society, it was wrong but felt so right
Even though you knew it could end your life?

Have you tasted bitterness, smitteness, anger and hate
All in the same day so you play
With others feelings so you could enjoy
The ice cold taste of revenge on your plate?

I guess that’s what the bottle does to us
It eats at the bust and turns them into dust
We can be high as kites, then next full of spite
Happy as bedbugs and with childish delight
We can watch as we die hardly putting up a fight.

You know what, the hell with this, the bottle DIES TONIGHT.

Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough

It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount  Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest

Why do the words find my pen so appealing and my mouth the opposite?

Why can my Writings express my feelings and my speech barely even scratch the surface?

Where can I find a happy medium between my pen and my mouth
Because it's really killing me to have all these thoughts swirling around in my brain, and not being sure about how they'll come out

Sometimes one moves faster than the other
And it's annoying, not funny like undercover brother

So if anyone knows how, please tell me what am I to do?
Because my head is wired more chaotically than the San Diego zoo

I couldn't sleep
The sandman must've been waylaid
So I got up and crept outside
And on the back porch I stayed
Looking out into the endless night sky
The stars blinking and twinkling
The night is so hauntingly beautiful, and it doesn't have to try
The moon hung low, shining into my heart
I said "You can shine to my chest at best, but my mind you cannot bless"
I smiled at the sky, and as I walked in I heard a deep breath of wind.
The door closed and night rain began to fall
A reflection of what goes on within

I guess I figured my life would be different I'd be on my own by now, I'd be self sufficient independent but that obviously isn't the case because I still occupy my parents space. I can't find a job though not through lack of looking, so I can't move out and start my train really moving

I keep feeling unacceptably inadequate to even exist any longer I keep asking myself "what am I doing?" Why am I still here? What in the hell went wrong? innocence feels so long ago and it does show how jaded and jarred and frostbitten and hard my heart has become of the years through the anger guitar playing and tears, and by my next birthday I might be drowning these feelings out Not in ink but in beer.

Or maybe I could finally get myself together and strike out alone a noble warrior finally having his own throne
You make me laugh imagination... maybe I need to get into my own zone

Goodbye Norma Jean
though I never knew you at all
your face was the summer sunshine
slowly transforming into fall
And Though you lived your life
as fleeting as a candle in the wind
your legend hasn't gone out,
and I doubt it ever will
the original hourglass that sent many a woman envious
confidence was the dress you wore
still the reason so many still adore
Ms. Monroe although you're gone
your legend, like an everlasting candle, burns on

I spent days trying to write this down
It took me awhile, believe me
It was constantly haunting the space beneath my skull's crown

I've been whispering a prayer
For this absorbed anxiousness to finally come to a screaming end
Hoping and wishing to finally see what's behind my life's next bend

I'm whispering a prayer
To finally understand what some of these thoughts and dreams I can't explain to anybody

I'm whispering a prayer
For everybody that's gone in a senseless
Flurry of bloodshed
May those spirits find peace in their final rest

I'm empty, drained, this is a charade I can no longer maintain.
I'm sick of waiting on sunshine when clearly I'm destined for rain
I'm sick of no one giving a **** about me
I'm sick of people saying to my face they believe in me but behind my back they doubt me.

I'm sick of investing my time and feelings into someone that never gave a ****
I'm sick of pouring my heart out to someone only to be ignored or left alone to drift.
I'm sick of cupids controls on my life.
let's be honest here, I'll never in a million years find a wife.

I'm sick of having to be so **** insecure.
I'm sick of no one needing me like I need them
I'm sick of no one showing the same affection and care to me that I do them

I'm empty now. thank you friends.

Why is hypocrisy
So easy for someone else to see
But if its your outdated and antiquated
Ideals being presented in a way that
Is blunt and an affront to every stride we
Made forward as a society

Why did people think the orange menace was a good idea? Please indulge my curiosity
Aside from e-mails proven to be inconsequential
And the fact that a black men held the highest office in our nation and somehow that made the bitter members of the **** even more miserable

Why did you honestly think
That someone with no political experience would be
Qualified to hold office? Honestly...

Every rainstorm is a Symphony
really I'll name all of the parts
obviously the thunder is the percussion section
keeping rhythm at sporadic times
the raindrops on the streets and rooftops are hammering out the bass and melody lines
the howling wind is the vocalists all itching to amaze the crowd

The animals footsteps are applause scattered in awe at this odd beautiful composition
put together and arranged by nature
and performed by the stormy orchestra
That's why, every storm, at least to me
is one of nature's symphonies

it's a lazy day for me today
I went outside for the first time in a few days
Sun is shining and the grass is lovely emerald green
One of the nicest days I've ever seen in some time,
It's quiet outside and I can daydream away
I've got my drink and my music so here's hoping my good vibe will stay
around me surrounding auras astound me because you'd think my energy would keep the good around me but the good times end too quickly and swiftly I'm back in my normal mental state
I'm glad I have a bike, because I just wanted to runaway

All I've got

All I've got is a Sox Bear, my sketches and my guitars
I used to have dreams but those got repoed by the cops
I once was filled with childlike faith in other people
Now you can't trust half of who you see underneath a steeple

I used to be confident but then anxiety killed that, I'm trapped in a cage bullied by my own brain and that's a fact
Someone you see may have it all together but in reality it could be falling apart.
So always, always keep feelings of gratitude in thine heart

This makes no sense like a round square or a respectful mockingbird, or a song with no melody or a rose smelling ****.

Or an actionless verb or even better a dance with no steps.
It'll be 2017 in a few hours, but the stench of 2016 hasn't dissipated yet.

The celebrity massacre, gorilla killing, spirit and dream crushing year. It felt so depressing that at least once we were all brought to tears.

So sing Auld Lang Syne to your hearts content and cook Black eyed peas if you please
Just let me pass through midnight unscathed, that'll be enough for me

Therapy Session

What's the point of explaining
When all I get is you're ****** in the head
I feel like a caged animal forced to write **** by my own hands
I'm an ******* and no one seems to believe expect those who listen, and take me seriously when I say I ******* hate the world  
Well allow me to play the role
Of deacon blues
Because you need to vent
As I do
There's a hole in my head
The size of San Andreas
I know I'm not at fault
But I can't help but to take it to heart
A lost cause taking steps to my hearse
With each blow to my ego
Heck even my friends think I'm about to explode
A self-centered freak with my heart on a sleeve
I'm my own disease
I've been my worst enemy
I've fought myself for years
But I am better, I hope you see
I'm here for you death,
Just follow me
Knock knock
You there?
Of course not, you left
So I'm calling it quits
**** what you said, I know what I heard
I'm to far gone even the angels refuse to save me
Tonight I'm throwing lady off the cliff

I don't garden much
But
I do have a flower
Red with paisley highlights
A green stem, sharp and bright.
And leaves pretty as the summers day.

And sometimes a storm comes,
And im hapoy to go back outside
And put that *** with the whole in the bottom
To give it protection, because it will need that in this weird life...

Heart for sale

Condition:

Fatigued, has visible scars and marks from where the tears fell down
But somehow brings up a smile from the deepest of frowns

It was new 19 years ago but has slowly but surely began to grow cold
It shows sparks of warmth occasionally but it dims more due to this cruel world

Asking price: something or someone worth investing in

A pictures worth a thousand words
The thought process is worth a million
A smile is a priceless sight
A genuine one more rare than a good Brazilian

Tears carry bottled up sadness
Running freely down a face
And laughter is a sign of joy
Represented by wrinkles in that same place

The soul can be squeezed out
After years of trial and frustration
Leaving a hollow shell that once was hopeful
Now just a shadow like representation

So if a picture is truly worth
A thousand words as they say
What is a human beings worth
As they kneel down to pray?

It's still poetry
no matter how you deliver your message
if you can put your thoughts into a verse
then go ahead and put out your lyrical burst

It's still poetry
whether you freestyle or write spoken word
or limerick or acrostic, haiku or Shakespearean, your voice should be heard

It's still poetry
writing about experience or just testing your rhyming ability it's all fair game
just because one style doesn't speak to you doesn't make it all lame

I'm not even sure if this deserves a title
this is simply poetry not someone's idol
but it's vital that I get my feelings down onto this page
before my head splits in half from this self imposed rage

Question, have you ever been sick of being yourself?
like you don't know what it is but you never felt good enough, never happy enough,
always said that the heart is the poor man's wealth
in that case I need a return on my investment because mines gathering dust on the shelf

I've always been plan B never number 1
it's like getting smacked in the head with an empty gun
or being the moon instead of someone's sun
everyone says "Youll find somebody to love"


but my loneliness is burning my head and it's splitting my heart
can I help it? I don't like people but I hate being alone like an old ****.....

I'm seeking fulfillment and purpose and a job if i can find one that's worth it
For sure it's not easy to remain vigorous and happy in face of things that make you queasy and not to sound sappy
But maybe if the sun came out then i wouldn't feel so ******,
because i feel out of place like a straight hair where every other  strand is curled and *****
But what if i started feel good inc, and manufactured happiness to the masses I'll make a killing like a colorado grass grower, maybe then I'll show them that
You can make money doing anything under the right circumstances but my chances are slim for that ever happening like Wayne Gretzky not wearing 99 on the ice

Or maybe, just maybe, we could all spread some love outside

You know
I'm as scared of the future as anyone else is
What else is there to say? I've got fears like any other being
There but for the grace of God go I
Again into the unknown
I wish I knew how or what to say
To those that mean well, but won't let me go my way
On my own path into the sun
Sink or swim it's my life to live
Leave it be
Stop it please
Stop with the ether soaked rag you call good intentions

Stop suffocating me

You could tell a story with just five notes
a novel in a bent string
it wasn't the way Lucille spoke
but rather how you made her sing.

Heaven just got a little more bluesier
I bet it sounds great up there,
the sky is crying like Elmore said
sitting, talking, playing the blues without a care

He sang the blues because it's what he knew
not just because he was feeling blue
but telling stories that come from the soul
does more for most
like telling a life's story, with just three notes
So rest easy uncle, I hope to see you one day again.
say hello to Jimi, Stevie Ray and Sid Barrett,
Because they're up there with you my friend

Rest In Peace to the king of the blues, B.B. King

Your hair fell down to your waist
Long and golden, my eyes had so much trouble digesting that much beauty beholden
You walked into that golden field and I drank in your features
I swear your soul could walk through the night and ward off several deadly creatures
The golden field shined just like your amazing mind
Someone on your level is just so hard to find

I wish you could hold me close,
like Elton John's tiny dancer
I wish I could be beside you
the one who fuels every single stanza

I wish I could kiss your rosy cheeks
and let you know how much I care
I wish I could look you in the eyes
I'd probably do naught but stare

but alas cruel fate
keeping us so far apart
but I guess this is only strengthening
the link between our hearts

So hold me close my tiny dancer
become the ink that gives life
to my heart and these stanzas
that only capture part of what I feel inside.

(Yes I was inspired by the Elton John song)

Hats are funny
Some look dapper, some belong on a dummy
Some have a great upside, like a day that's sunny
But wait, this may sound funny
Why am I writing about hats, is there too much alcohol in my tummy?

Well hats to me aren't just accessories
They're an odd source of inspiration you see
When I'm stuck with writers block and it's slowly destroying me
I sit in my closet and put on a cap
Then the creative juices begin to flow through me :)

I began to wonder something
Why is it we demonize when we disagree
Politically?
And then it hit me, most of the time
Its because you haven't seen the world from behind someone else's eyes.

Have you ever been bullied, beaten, or otherwise threatened, simply because of your last name having a Spanish accent or because your skin has the chemical melanin?

Have you ever been close to execution because of your faith?
Or are you too busy making sure that yours is the one in majority that remains,
Have you ever been thrown out because of who you love

Or because these things have never happened to you.. you don't have the sense of empathy to understand that experience like people aren't uniformly made, because thats what makes humanity great

Though our outsides and lives are different, inside we're the same.

Welcome to the machine dear friends
you won't be glad you came
Because though we walk inside different
we all leave carbon copies, one and the same

The echoes resonate off of the walls
of the line where they took us apart,
they gave us manufactured brains
and surgically grafted our hearts

we were taught history but from only one side
we were wrong to think differently, because all that we knew before was simply a pile of lies.

So though you may think your school pristine,
I say to you my friend, welcome to the machine.

Every day I arise
I take a pill that was prescribed
To me by my doctor, so I ingest it easily
Post haste, without any delay

So I began thinking isn't that what we humans are like everyday?
We've forgotten how to live, and forgone our mental health

So we've been prescribed the subtle sedation of routine slowly crawling to our holey, and for some holy destination

Misguided
misdirected
I'm looking
with no reception
My path is blurred
This must be absurd
I know I have a path
but I can't see it all yet
I know it's bumpy
And slippery when wet
but I don't know where it goes
I don't know what it shows
it's this feeling of uncertainty
that sends chills down my spine and worries me
Will I ever mage something of myself
Will I ever accrue some degree of wealth?
Will I ever live without diminishing health

These are all questions which I can't answer
it worries me and hurts me to think that I should have to.

I thought I buried you under the green grass
in the gloomy graveyard that is my past
I thought you'd gone on
to a distant land never to be seen or heard from again
I made these assumptions and tried to press onward but...
I Lost all of what made me less awkward,
I Lost my positive out look from one too many fixings of my black hole of a heart
my ****** edge is dead, that's why my Sundays have been so dry
I can't string two words to make anybody moist... so really why do I try?
I guess it's because I gave my heart to this notebook and pen,
when I was dead inside it became my closest friend,
helping me out my problems and surpass my demons,
but then everything has a season,
I guess what I'm getting at
is if you wanna try, (which I doubt)
I'm up and down for that...
So really.. why am I not the same anymore?
I thought I knew

Belle is a scarred girl, shes been hurt and bruised by this cold cruel world.
Now, She left me, so if she got my attention then the ball's in my court, so to speak
I don't think she would even consider wanting me back though, so maybe i needed to be alone again i think.

So the day after she left, i walked to work, as per usually
I stopped in the guitar shop to play on my next investment, a lovely Candy Red Ibanez Jem you see.
I sat in the shop for a good few hours, letting my heartbreak out through flat strings that were starting to sound sour.
I got up and saw someone beautiful having some trouble at the counter.

people like to blame society
forgetting that we are society

Help me,
Someone save me
I want these corridors of my mind
To be painted black like a rolling Stone, because i find
That my knee **** reaction to problems
Is to revel in my past knowing that won't solve them.
But still they try
To bore into my mind
Breaking and entering is I'm sure a crime
Someone help me, save me please
Save me from the persistence of a memory

What's the difference between me and you?
I'm human just the same as you
I'm confused because I don't know what to do
so what's the difference between me and you?

Is it my music that sets me apart from the pack
Is it my shoe choice of converse as opposed to Jordan's that gives your speech an audible catch
is it my proper diction that's got your head spinning checking your facts?

or is it the fact that I'm not what you think of when you hear the word black?