They tell us we discriminate because of the color of their skin.
An unjustly comment and they only see us as whites.
Stuck between a now cold war between colors.
They paint an image of victimization as they feel unfairly treated in ancestry years.
I say , get over it.

How many has marked this broken lover between the sheet and on the streets.
How many has gripped her hips and tasted her lips.
How many has , not once , but countless times degraded her in her bliss , shattered her gift , ruined and wrecked her for her next "knight" .
How many of you will come to realize that many of us still hide.
How many of you , will see.
How many will there be.

Today I was gonna look her in the eye

Tell her she's the reason why

When I fall, I fly

But then I saw her, kissing another guy

And realised I've been living a lie

You should follow me,

I think my poems are good.

I'm pretty awesome.

I run to the world
to find a person
a person who is still a blur
a silhouette.
cause I run to the world
not knowing
who she is
cause in finding love
there is no map
no gps
no guide
you just have to the world
and hope for the best
I turned every stone
climbed every mountain
dove the deepest sea
and chased the horizon
but I guess
Love didn't want to be found
by me
I retraced my steps
and found another prints
and when I turned around
I realised I didn't need
to find love
cause love
was following me
there she is
with her
silent footsteps
who didn't run to the world
cause she was following me.