Why is it that as a black man
I'm automatically supposed to date only the ladies with melatonin in their bodies when I'm lonely?

why is it that both ladies and fellas can be shallow jerks
but if a guy says I like curvy women or skinny women it's offensive
but if the ladies like tall or short guys it's simply a preference or a quirk?

why is it that society is plagued with double standards
why is it that I'm a target because I'm Brown skinned?
Why is it no one can be truly happy?
Why do people get off on being ******?

On this course we travel
Of love, life and the things between
We all go through pain and suffering
We all have our own battles
Our own regrets, our own dreams
But it seems to me
That we all just need someone to say
"I'm here for you"
Or
"I love you"
Something that simple can help us all get through
A hand to hold or a shoulder to cling too
Just having someone there
Knowing someone actually cares
That's what gets all of us through everyday
Through every path, every different road we take
And although we all make mistakes
We need someone to lift us up
Tell us everything will be okay

Awake this day...
And never fear.
I believe...
everything would be much clearer.
This day more than most...

For this day...
And everyday forward,
the sun would rise in haste to propose a toast...
to the undoubtedly most significant people... 

in my heart...

The moon would pull on the tides...
My thoughts and well wishes on waves they ride,
racing to farthest reaches of your recluse.

Just so this day you'd know
More than most days would show...
That my belief will withstand the fires of a hundred guns.
That my love would blaze with the fury of a thousand suns.

Know that,
this day the planets and stars finally would inherit their orbit true.

This day...
And everyday forth...

the universe would and must revolve around you.

I wait all day for the sun to go down.
For its light
still breaks my heart
and shows my scars

For its light
reminds me of you, full life
reminds me of  you, leaving me behind

Then, when the night comes
I remember how lonely i am
and i cry and i cry
waiting for the moon to hide
and the sun come up...

...and everthing happens all over again
My life

Sun sets behind closed doors
And morning is the light behinds the curtain
Breakfast is the lunching hour
Where homework meets yesterday’s coffee cup
Still remembering the taste of hazelnut
Silence becomes a quite chaos as Sublime takes over the concentration
Smiling the one man concerts begin
And ends just in time for Netflix

So today, what should I be?
A rhetorical being ?
Or a pretentious hard worker ?
Why not a clown?
No, let's just play safe
And be no one.

Here I go, keeping gentle strides
Erasing my steps taken,
Oh there! I missed a spot!
Let's not leave a trace.
Look down, focus on my foot.
Focus!!
Ah!! My feet looks extremely yellow  today!
Or is it blue?
Will never know.

Hey look!! There's that kid from across the street
Look down!! How easily I forget!!
I should be insignificant today,
I should be no one.

Planning my moves ahead
I slowly get a hang of it
Invisible ! Yes that's it!
No word spoken, no word said.
Transparent!
No hair moved, no glimpses taken.
I should be still and small
Yet I shouldn't lose grip.

Doesn't look so hard, at least for the time being ,
Let me feel myself for now
Float in my own shadows
Crippled in my own skin.

Is there someone knocking?
Sorry, I'm no one today!
Please come back when I'm someone!
I hope they heard,
Well doesn't matter , does it?
I'm invisible , transparent and insignificant.

Let me forget, let it all burn down
Ashes, zero.

If you call me, I won't wake up now.
It has to be tomorrow
It has to be a new realm.

For I have dissolved into the sands
For I have become as sublime as air
As pure as distilled silence.

In the wake of a thousand rays
I do not show up in your eyes
For I am gone, for I am throbbing
A ghost of your mind.

We are an echo of our past
Like an empty hanger in the closet
All bare and cold
Memory serves as the foundation to something beautiful
As long as those shoulders
Bare something new.
And our closet doesn’t stay empty but rather collects a rainbow of hues.

wandering aimlessly through the halls
or tears in the bathroom stall
did anyone see her fall?
no, no one at all
she's not that tall
you see the way she hides between the walls
it's not ok
what you say makes her feel like ****
you would never admit
so she stays alone
it's easier than let them know