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And That was it...  
an ever growing chain of chances
Each shrunken sick in manners
down to the pitiful  size of mud dancing bugs
Finally foiled and boiled alive
in blood soaked tribal chants
to nothing but some cruel joke  
In which I will craft myself some hazardous home
But with You
Your handsome and enchanting charm
Always and forever squirming unpleasantly  
Framing My holy and collapsible sense of purpose
Leading me to be caught in those crosswinds
And with not one pathway left
To lead to another
Yes
That is it...
Son, for you
I always think with my heart
Not with my brain
In the blink of an eye, all was lost
I've burned every bridge I've come across
Dancing in the flames stand those I'm forced to forget
Their once loving faces fade further into silhouette
Chest pains on par with cardiac arrest
Reminiscing of a time I was once at my best
Only wishing my shoulders would not succumb
To the weight of the world of the man I've become
But the values which make a man have long ago frayed
Empathy and understanding and caring decayed
It rings true that "The past should stay dead"
Well how many bullets are needed to get it out of my head?
How many more tears will need to be shed?
How many words that can't be unsaid?
Left alone with only my thoughts to dwell,
I suppose this is the definition of a living hell
 Jan 2015 Quela Vente
Pj
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 Jan 2015 Quela Vente
Pj
I just don't want to feel anymore..
at least not today..
the shadow across my heart prevents
me to feel in the same way.
it's like I can't breathe but I can't suffocate.
I just want to scratch all my pain away..
You burned a hole in my head and that's honestly worse than my heart..
It's not hard to be numb, but it's hell to not fall apart.
 Jan 2015 Quela Vente
Pj
Tan skinned.
still tan without a sun kiss
still darker than the white kids
not dark enough to know what the struggle is.

Caught between a rock and a hard place,
that little box you check for two or more races
Always having people telling me where to stand, but this is my space
Like discrimination doesn't apply, if only you'd tie on my laces.

Because nothing's more confusing than a half-breed
You don't know what side to friend or fear, which side you'll mostly see.
It's almost as if only my skin tone defines me,
but not the content of my character, as we all have dreamed.

Growing up, I never noticed a difference.
No matter the shade, I never paused for a second.
Un-mirrored figures never swayed me to keep my distance,
It's strange to live in a world incapable of coexistence.

Sometimes I wish I was on a definite "side"
It wouldn't matter to me if it was black or white.
I'm not a big stickler for racial pride because in the end,
well beginning, it's all up to God.

— The End —