Their blood cover the concrete sheets.
Their face down to kiss their ancestors.
They whisper, nothing has changed since you left yonder.
The chains still are shackled.
The pain you felt are still stacked on my shoulders.
I suffer like you, giving my life with no closure.
The metal whip becomes harder to bear.
And our effort of showings is still a process to share.
I play hide and seek.
Because I pray for now, that my soul and the Lord wait to meet.

I am locked in with binary codes.
I am told to act appropriately and wear these clothes.
A future development of the system that spoils the fruit that grows.
That leaves the truth untold.
So I ask this question, do you stand with the mass or do you find yourself searching for that deep dark rabbit hole?

This is a poem for the ones who need meaning.
The ones who request me to dig deeper into my feelings.
To please their souls that thirst for quenching.
To appease their spirits that’s never rested.

Do clouds contain the tears I weep?
Is that why we have the salted sea?
That forms a creek beneath my feet.
Do my memories rise above my mind.
Floating upward towards the sky.
Falling downwards to intrude my life.
To place it’s burdens on the other side.

I’ve been born on the outside.
Compelled to live within.
My favorite poet said I rather give up than give in.
What message was he sending?
I can’t seem to climb back in.
I place my hands on the screen to get a better vision as if the glass ain’t clear  enough to clarify the image.
People on the television not aware of their influences because their minds are trapped inside a prison.
So I rather die than to give in.
Oh...I totally forgot that there’s no one to listen.

How could I break a heart you never even offered.
What did you exchange for mine when we made the promise?
You told me you loved me. Was that just filling my need to be pampered?
To be noticed?
To be valued?
I need an answer.
You were coating inside with enamel and I was too naive to take notes.
I’ve been fooled but is it wise for you to play a game with no prize?

The eyes are a reflection but only a reflection of what is disguised.
Led to believe that I am a misfortune and you are prized.
That we are of two worlds but earth is singularized.
The perception and misconception that I am an enemy to society.
An enemy that is the epitome of non-propriety.
Because the melanin in my skin is buried deep within you.
Your ancestors are my ancestors, way before the Hebrews.
They taught you to hate me, to be afraid of me because we are not of the same color.
Love is transparent, so love me like I'm see-through.
They've formed disconnections that separates us from one another but as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end, you are thee…though art, my brother.