Just like a jigsaw puzzle,
the pieces of my heart will fill in your
blank space
As you put a smile on your face
Setting the pace of our heart's race

I hear her throttle roar
there is a speed demon that devoted her car
but flex her punch in the midnight air
round the town on her boulevard tonight
her Firebird streamed her heat like a cigar
and headers in a chassis smelting lore

I
What is Racism?
But a notion
That has existed
For centuries
Trying to divide us
You are white
And happy
I'm black
And i'm happy too
   II
What is skin?
But a covering
To our similarities
Beyond the flesh
lies our similarities
We all consist of
Same skeleton
Same muscles
And same blood colour
   III
Beyond the flesh
Is our true identity
No matter how different
We think we are
We are all the same
Beyond the flesh.

She hasten soon left in a streak
and gravity seen hitherto will roar
that glistening  grease in a political chase
that she drove tirelessly across moonlit destination  

only bitten rolling along countryside her waterloo
and  a marvel uncanny as that in a dream
sheer adrenaline multiplied with a tear on her coverlet

New gods are rising
Up from the mud
At the place where streams of blood
Fed by the violence of ignorance and greed
Flow together at last
Into the great river

New gods are rising
Beautiful and strong
From the sacrifices of the oppressed
The marginalized, ignored, the mocked and reviled
New faces, new races
The mud of the river

New gods are rising
Free of the chains
And fetters of antique gender expectations
Not willing to be defined or bound by anatomy
Only spirit and dreams
Down by the river

Old white gods in dotage
Behind their great walls
Are blinded by their own reflections
In the highly polished arrogance of power and wealth
Unaware of the river
And the mud and the blood

And the battle ahead

Hailed as the land of opportunity,
The four corners sent humanity
With promises of liberty
For those suffering cruelty
From religion, race and poverty.

Today it's a land of delusion,
Too many in exclusion
Because of religion, race and poverty,
By displaying inhuman duality.

Come visit Canada,
Here you'll see,
What America once aspired to be.

I envisage a Planet Earth,
All multicultural, for what it's worth,
One human race, of café au lait,
Putting the boot into prejudice today,
No more disenchanted refugees,
Grass is always greener, if you please,
The shifting sands of humanity,
No more disenfranchised second class,
True equality of life at last,
I do dream big, you see,
One global race, free from bigotry.....

your hair might not be as long or as soft and can't be stroked but nothing beats strong and short on a chocolate skin. if the eyes are the windows to the soul then take those window blinds you call contacts off. Let me into your real life let me see the color of your real eyes and realize where the real lies and that's in your beautiful soul. they say black is the devil's color and I don't think that's right, cos you're all angels high off your melanin overdose spread your wings and fly. they say beauty lies in the beholder's eyes, but even your beauty is felt by the blind. we are children of God and we have heavenly bodies. so people should know that our weather is not the only thing that makes us hot. We are the nicest people you'd ever meet. fun fact: Afri actually means not cold, maybe that's why we're hot and not cold. Africans are beautiful.