i look up at the moon
wondering if you're seeing the same
or if you're seeing the sun
but one day
we will see the same
one day
we will be under the same roof
in the same bed
as lovers
who use to see different

we all were humans until
race separated us
the money in our bank accounts classified us
religion divided us
we all bleed the same
so why cant we see the same?

ive seen things through other peoples eyes
but now it is time
that i go out and venture into the world
with the two i have been gifted

do not ever ask permission to start a revolution

roses are red
violets are blue
ill never love someone the way i love you

not all roses are red
and violets will never be blue
ive come to realize
that youll never love me the way i love you

i am scared
of what you all think of me
that i am not real poet
that what i create is not good enough
that what i write is not valid
"this is not what you call poetry!
this is just a sad sad tale
called your life"