She couldn’t bear to look
She couldn’t bear to see
She hid behind a wall of lies
To escape her own beliefs
She stayed shut in the dark
She couldn’t even peek
She was too scared to face it all
Without the words she dare not speak

But then I came along
Swept her off her feet
Taught her to be strong
Instead of always weak
She shed now; tears of joy
Things no longer felt so bleak
Introduced her to her self again
I thought the two should meet
She learned to face her fears
She no longer screamed retreat
She found the courage to stand up tall
And land back on her feet

I wish I was a pencil
So that when I do commit mistakes
I can always try to undo

But I realized
I'd preferably be a pen
It cant be erased
but I can always thrive...

to correct it

Chose a path
.
.
.
How do I know it's the right one?
.
.
.
Is there a correct path?
.
.
.
Never learned how to do this stuff...

as willed though what not
so will as if mind revealed
through thought nor notion
disclose

adrift nor uplift ye
don't fret as seem
though just is then
as just was not now

forsake moment
prevail over sec
offer up minute
til hour assimilate ye

thus get back cost of experience at no risk
now take on encountered tisk tisk loss
to wake upon actuality
not to go down as reality

hear ye without guidance induce self reliance
hear ye without purpose ensue self independent theorem
that'll inevitably defy another's embraced misgiving or pacify norm
now steadfast and conform oneself
though lucid measures over means
that'll impede another's undisciplined self impact from affecting ye

I wanna make it simple
But it ain't
Though it is.

I thought it'd be easier
If I stopped
But I kept going.

I tried to correct the course
But no excuse
Could be admitted.

So I keep on writing
Just to seem
Like I knew it all along.

It is not wrong to be white
and to have dreadlocks
Though,
you may look like a pleb
but you offend me not
Nor would it offend
a black rastafarian man
of a temperate manner

I don't know any women
with white skin and
straight hair that get offended
by afro-caribbean women
wearing a straight weave
You're all just too soft now,
you're all just pet peaves

Stop getting offended
on behalf of other people
that don't even take offence
Excuse me,
whilst I build a fence
around myself hombre
Not to keep me here
but to keep you at bay

Cultural appropriation
doesn't exist
Cultural misappropriation
doesn't exist
You're all just
champagne socialists
You should get over it

Yes, you mate
The one that thinks
he's above
everyone
and must decide what is
politically correct
and whose life matters

In the end all this is
is a series of cultural
exchanges and we're
all wading through ****

Face it.

Plummet-less
I feel gummy
I do 'the correct thing'
and move on ;
tutored