tell me can you love my black even when it's about to crack falling through gates of hell your black don't crack but mine did after too many lies and too many wounds that never healed before others grew your black don't crack but mine did after too many burns by kind actions with ill intent and too many souls that came but did not stay your black don't crack but mine did after too many cries of help that went unanswered and too many words that went unsaid -Mena W.