How black is too black?
Should I tan
To make up for the pigment I lack?

How white is too white?
Should I flatten my curls,
Then will I be alright?

Why must I cope with this balancing act?
Careful, not too many big words
Tip the stereotypical scale back to black.

Not enough for some, too much for others
Whose side do I choose this time,
The father or mother's?

It matters too much which race people see
Why can't I just be black or white enough
To make myself me?

Metaphorically, you are a sly simile,
Stealing my heart
Like the smooth criminal
You often pretend to be.

I am the ineffable euphony of
Melodious sing-song
Slip-falling through the space
Between tone-deaf ears.

Such handsome hyperbole
You have turned out to be.
Pompous, peacock-ing Adonis
Lending love that's just platonic.

Alliterative rhythmic rhyme
Ticks the tumultuous internal time.
Fleeting fiend, you soon will find
Lust in lieu of love is a loathsome, lonely life.

These People
These People
My People
These poor poor People
Your People
His People
Her People
Our People
When will they understand?
When will they learn?
Why can't they see?
Will they ever stop fighting?
I suppose not
Set apart, they fear they are,
From one another, both near and far.
You People, Good People it is time for change
But change doesn't come from teardrops on a page.
Actions are what make our decision(s) concrete
Act now or forever remain obsolete.

An *** so fat
Make my mouth water
I wanna tap that
Give me holla
**** might be whack
But I promise you nice visit to the sack
That sweet sweet ***.