tell me can you love my black
even when it's about to crack
falling through gates of hell
your black don't crack but mine did
after too many lies and too many wounds that never healed before others grew
your black don't crack but mine did
after too many burns by kind actions with ill intent and too many souls that came but did not stay
your black don't crack but mine did
after too many cries of help that went unanswered and too many words that went unsaid
-Mena W.

Here i sit to ponder at a world lost and deprived of wonder, a park bench my throne fitting for a life so somber, i watch as you pass an ephemeral moment lives intertwine, i come to know you through all that you show, but our serendipity was cursory, as i all to well know l.
I see into your lives moments at a time
In that fleeting second i yearn to be there, ache to feel what you feel. To learn what its like to be another for i will never even know your name or your struggle. Nor will you mine.
Your eyes grazing over the world, grazing over me for i and the bush are both one and the same, both wilt away when the world is cold and shudder when the winds of fate tear away at our shells.
Your smile reflects off the window but it shines to deep beyond the glass pane cutting into mine, straight into my soul ******* me back to a time when my life was as bright as your high beams going forward just as fast stay young stay pure stay happy because when your not the brakes slam on and everything seems to stop.

That word. Enough.
It rings with impatience.
Enough. What is Enough.

For me. Enough. Is too much.
Enough. Is a spectrum. Of opposing sides.
On one end. Those who have had Enough.
On the other. Those who haven't had Enough.
On one end. Those who die because of Enough.
On the other. Those who live because of Enough.

People claim that All Lives Matter.
But they haven't mattered Enough.
Black Lives Matter. But they haven't Enough.
On that spectrum of skin from Black to White.
This country's decided where Enough is.
Right on the line where you matter
Just not Enough for change.
Not Enough
Not Enough
Not Enough

So when. Is Enough. When is that.
When will Enough. Actually be Enough.

These people surely have had Enough.
But clearly not Enough for you.

As a fan of new beginnings,
I would like an end
To this existence made of dolls
All "perfect" and pretend

As fragile as the china that is the fabric
Woven into their souls
But not over the pit of hatred within
That emits through the holes

Pulsating wavelengths of bitter hatred
Black, odious and vile
An energy, the negative charge
That turns down many a smile

The friction within the air
That could tear it apart so easily
But is resisted by social norms...
"Perfection", all pretend..

So pick me up and let me fall
So I may shatter myself into pieces
That may reform into something better
Hiding away in niches...

*Afraid of confrontation and inspection, too strong....

Brother, the stilts you stand on scare me.
Towering high to rip down our sun
And leave us all in darkness.
You shout down at me fast, and passionately.
You feel this in your heart, but my God
Can I feel the beat through my entire body.
It should be shaking the melanin right off
Of your middle class skeleton, strong
With the calcium of tall men's lies.
Take those stilts off, and walk a mile
With us, fighting our bodies to fetch
Our water, brown and thick with their ****.
I am appalled. Life is dangerous enough,
Without people like you, blending into the night,
With only your wickedly naive eyes giving you away.

police
brutality
breeds
mob
mentality.

how
do
we
fix
the
world
before
the
next
fatality?

Give a bird hope
and she will sing
Even if she lives in hell
with the devil as her king.