I am a *****
Minus the triggers being pulled and the drugs being sold
But just a black man bold enough to face a world so cold
A cold world we call society
When being black and sobriety doesn't mix because we use drugs in variety
But quietly
I am a *****
Thinking what made this word so negative
Is it because we made it positive
Or is it negative we became cognitive enough for a scholarship
Yes, I am a *****, no I'm not a rapper
But this system makes me sick enough for chicken soup and crackers
Yes, I am a *****, and I am an athlete
And I still maintain my sanity from having my *** beat
Although I am a *****, I am not lesser than you
Nor am I second to you
I just wonder what it takes to get the message to you
Crazy I'm a ***** yet I still know my father
Crazier calling me a ***** doesn't give me a bother
Maybe it's crazy that I'm a part of the problem
What's craziest is I'm a ***** still attending a college
You should have no problem reading this regardless of race
What's absurd is a word means more than a face
We're more focused on race than we are as a species
But I'm going to sit back and take a sip of this sweet tea
We went from black panthers, huge bushes, picks, and combs
I thought words could never hurt you?
What happened to sticks and stones?

Wind blown clouds in sky
Tear filled rain drops feed maple trees
Leaves die feeding ground

you seemed to be all the colors
that made up this beautiful + vibrant person

i can't wear colors
they remind me of you

the color exploding behind my eyes
is made up of the memories i have of you

all my thoughts have turned monochrome
it's hard to remember the color that was there

the colors i loved i now hate
they remind me of when i still had you

now i have lost you

This is the five thousand four hundred and sixtieth poem I have written
And I'm not close to done
I'm having too much fun
I can be the daylight under the sun
I write every day to keep my thoughts clear
Many of them are about some sweet dear
But many others are about loneliness and fear
This is not the end
You can achieve this as well
Even when everything is not swell
You must try.
I almost lost all hope in myself before I took up this hobby of mine
I've made best use of my precious time
Being confused on how to rhyme
Instead of who has the best drama
I took up this hobby and never looked back
I became a newbie poet and into today I think I still am
But the point is
I made a commitment
To be a writer
So I made every day a chance to be something greater than before
I don't regret a single second
I'm a published poet
But will I ever be the best?
I don't think I stand a chance
But that's just me talking.
It's really up to the great readers out there to decide.