Shouting
In places where people try to force them
Not to hear

Quiet
In places where people try to force them
Not to listen

**** them
Set them free
Watch them fly wild

They are indigo, X, and Y
They are naturally Tech savvy and more intune with all that is natural
They are everything but what they know they want to be

**** them
Set them free
Watch them fly wild

Love

Love has never been one of their considerations
They have never bothered with the fantasy
They were born knowing
Grew tall and mighty watching

No one ever loves a genius child

**** them
Set them free
Watch them fly wild.


© Christopher F. Brown 2016

if you were to rise
against the lashes
your spine bears
witness to.i know you
could burn the cities -
echoing enslaved
cries of your mother. or,
the cities tainted in
red, with the blood
of your father.

but, you don't.

for you know what it's like to lose
what you love.




(such is your love for a city that turned into rubble everything you
ever loved)

White skin
Black blood
Devil's curls
Eyes that pierce

You couldn't pick me from the crowd
And say that I was black
But I'll be **** sure, you're aware of that

I've got a chip on my shoulder
With a furrowed brow
And vendettas whispered from the graves

Silence was compliance
Now I'm screaming loud

As we are walking together across the fields hand in hand
    The leaves were fallen from the trees
    They gently fall on our hands
Smiling with laughter and love
Autumn has finely arrived

We see hedgehogs around the
Field and filled with beautiful flowers

    As the petals lay beneath the earth
    We see wild flowers in your wreath
And have faded away and all the leaves where changing a brown
Colour.

You got me feeling like a fool
And it takes everything I got
Not to burst, come undone
When you smile that crooked smile
Playing it cool

And I know how desperately you want to say it
The words I never want to hear
And I’m thankful you always save it
Choosing to show it
The words I never want to hear

As we drive down the interstate
In your rag top car
With my legs on the dashboard
And the sun shining down
Talking about everything we’re gonna do
Everywhere we’re gonna go
I see you looking at me
With those Bambi browns

And I know how desperately you want to say it
The words I never want to hear
And I’m thankful you always save it
Choosing to show it
The words I never want to hear

It’s not the honey color of her hair,
the forest green of her eyes,
or the olive tan of her skin.
It’s not because I adore the way her waist curves in before her hips,
or the small belly that pokes through her tighter shirts.
It’s not the way she takes her coffee,
or her love for Greek yogurt.
It’s not her ambitions,
dreams,
nightmares.
It’s not her mind,
her background,
or where she’s from.
It’s my ability to look at myself in the mirror
and love all of these things.