this ocean isnt live enough to catch me in it's waves
these lives aren't fast enough to learn to behve
everybody drowns in their blue eyes and irony
nobody will blink when they find out you're wearing contacts
ironic
this ocean is turning green with envy
maybe without me
it'll be better
but this ocean isn't big enough to catch me in it's waves
and i'm not good enough to teach it to behave

It doesn't hurt as it once did
Your silence killed the heart I hid
The love you claimed faded away
When you refrained toying with me
Gaining momentum, more intact
Less and less I'm looking back
Moving forward without you
No longer makes me come unglued
Youre part of me starts to disjoint
As you become a vanishing point

Troubador keep your happy songs
Of love and sin;
Sing for the lost in night and day;
For those that crossed
And cannot say
That love lies lonely
In the grave.
It's dark,
Cold and stark;
Colder than
A cold dead heart
That shuns one's love today.

I never think much about the fact that I am black.
I know I am black.
Like I know I am a girl,
Like I know I am an American,
Like I know I am nineteen.
It is a fact; I am black.

I hate when people say I am not.
My parents are black.
Their parents are black.
We are black.
Look at my skin,
It's dark and it's beautiful.
How could I not be black?
I am black.

I hate when people say I don't 'act' black.
How does one act to be considered black?
How am I acting? How is it not black?
Look at my skin,
It's dark and it's beautiful.
How could I not act black?
I am black.

I hate when people say I speak like a white person.
A way of speaking is not exclusive to race.
I am not white.
I do not speak like a white person.
My words are coming out of my black mouth.
I speak properly,
The way my black parents raised me to.
Look at my skin,
Its dark and it's beautiful.
How could I not speak black?
I am black.

I HATE when people say I am a white person trapped in a black body.
I have NEVER heard anything more insulting.
I am NOT trapped.
This color is NOT a cell.
I wear it proudly.
Look at MY skin,
It is DARK and it is BEAUTIFUL!
How could I ever be trapped?
I am black.

I am in no way white,
Nor do I ever want to be.
I am black
And black is beautiful

i'm a child of extraordainary things
brought up in a church that wants to train me
only at the expense of my sanity

my words are silenced by those who "know"
they throw my name around because God says so
i'm gonna be a good little gift and not say a word
not that i will ever be heard
my confidence is fine
but God forbid the choice ever be mine
this is how passion is lost in life
offering my body as a living sacrifice
one question would safice
"are you alright with us planning your life?"

i'm not trying to be ungratful
but i cant breathe
and talent isn't a good reason to bully me
choking me with my own hand
they don't understand
i would never cut it off
but i would like to use it by my own demand

lost in praise you might mistake me for a slave

We throw lies into lives

like pebbles in a pool

watching the ripples disturb the calmness

then cascade off into the distance

Sometimes,
the most honest
thing to do
is to lie

Anger ,fury and,rage, boiling blood and pumped up veins, all in a hurricanic stage.
    With every heart beat, my mind is ticking as the seconds count away .With my eyes as the locator, and a blink is my denator , I'm  ready to blow things away.
    Don't  fuel my fire ,by getting in my way.  
But by chance if  you do!! You'll  probally be blown away. I won't lessen my **** ,for a kid or even a girl . So please stay out my way.
I'm a walking time bomb.I can explode anytime or any day  .