Nature, is such a teacher
each season, voices loud as a preacher
how life can be hard, as cold as winter
but to drop your leaves, for it's not summer
to wait til spring, each raindrop will sing
you can answer each call, to prepare for fall,
because winter is coming again
but be sure, the winter will end
Because if it's one thing, I've learned, and seen before
The leaves of the trees will shed,
They'll drop to the floor, turn orange and red
but just because the branches of a tree is barren,
doesn't mean that the trees are dead.

aware of my depravity
pressed down by the gravity
kept down by the havoc it spills actually
it's sweet like a cavity
it'll confront you callously,
it'll tactically relieve you of your faculties

aware of my depravity
seeing how it got to me, seeing how it held hold of me
No plan of letting go of me, feeding me feelings of apathy
my demons parade me, pageantry , steal from me, give me fantasy
somebody send the cavalry, somebody take this pain from me
somebody save myself from me, give me back my captaincy.

In life we must fight
But will we ever stop
To smell the roses?

Stop telling me
that love is beautiful
Just cause,
it was good to you

The best part of love is the smiles
The one that says everything is going to be alright
Even on the coldest of stormy nights
When the last leaf of autumn begins to fall My faith in us will not waiver  
Even with weakened hearts we will stand tall We will give our all, because  New leaves will bud again Death does not mean the end

The best part of love is the smiles
The ones that say everything is going to be alright
Even on the coldest of a stormy night
Even through the shivers caused by fear and fright
Or the gloom caused by a devastating sight
A smile that says it will be okay
can be the catalyst turning grey into a sunny day
it's the smile before the kiss that takes your breath away
I think the smile you give me, is the best part of love.

They say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But sometimes I ask myself, how can this be?
Cause when I look with my eyes, I only start to feel resent
and I begin to despise, the things I realize like
how my women of color have been simplified, and hypserxualized
how the black woman's body has been used and abused and now
It personifies, sexuality and promiscuity, out of all the things media feeds us these are some of the worst lies
You see cause black women are queens, and when white culture saw their worth, they were rattled
They couldn't help but try to minimize and de-legitimize, and put a guise over the eyes of all that viewed her
She is not just a big ***, big lips or hips
She is the mother of humanity, in her essence from her hair, to lips to her fingertips she is a Queen, and she is to be respected.
And I will die for her honor, We will not go back into slavery days, I will not stand here while she gets up on stage naked and her body is dissected, and her soul, her essence neglected, her heart, her mind infected.
From these queens come the workers, the Kings, without the black woman we have no past and we have no future
We must protect the black woman, for she is sacred like scripture.

It’s hard to speak healing and salvation to someone
If there body and minds are in chains
It’s hard to tell someone that God loves them when agony runs through their veins


See it’s hard to speak a message of spiritual salvation
When a person’s body is in need of physical liberation
When a person’s mind is in a state of starvation
When a person can’t feel connected to the land on which they stand cause it was once a plantation see….

It’s hard to teach somebody to be free
I hope that you can see, cause it’s true all the way from the America’s to the Caribbean sea.
People are in chains mentally and emotionally, broken physically
How can we stand behind the walls of a church and only intend to feed them spiritually ?

We are physical representation of God to the earth
How can we preach that our God is a God of liberation
And yet don’t go out there and fight to help set people free?
Don’t hold our oppressors to the door and tell them to turn the key
Tell our oppressors that we won’t just shut up and be see

The church has always been a major part of who we are as a people
But it seems that some shepherds were sleeping as the wolves grab our sheep
Night after night as the church continues to sleep
Now we look around and they’ve taken our black men, 1 out of 15, in jail or at the end, of their lives, and who survives? a black mother with two kids and tears running down her eyes?

Where is the church? The people who will fight for the right to be free
They fight and they march, and they shout like it’s the year of jubilee
It’s souls that need to be won, it’s shackles that need to be undone,
We should not stop until every black man, woman or child is free from the slave masters gun

When I met you

I saw that color in your eyes

Your ways so graceful but I tasted demise

your touch so sinful

but the rush

took me to the skies

When I met you

I understood that things aren’t always as they seem

that love was a fire

it boiled until I steamed

until I screamed

and I cried

if my heart hadn’t lied

then maybe I wouldn’t have fallen victim

to that color in your eyes

Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat
A threat to your system, a threat to your net
profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow

You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer,
It may put your employers at ease
One bless black man with a heart of power
One less antibiotic to your disease
Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall
Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls
Don't forget to have the media depict me as a ****, and a criminal and a menace to society
Don't forget to  reprimand and berate me
Remind  your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color
is still not considered American Propriety
But more like American property, disposable goods

So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free
Might be just a conviction but your *****'s new henchmen and ***** still got the key
A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea
Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead
No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead
No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key.

Martin told me when he us that he had a dream
I got his same DNA in my bloodstream
And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem
I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream.....

I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream
And when I dream it's bad news for you
to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue
To put a stop to all of you.

I pray ,
That if tonight is the night
That my heart is right
Free from fear and fright
Ready to roar, ready to fight

The nights are dark and the winds are cold

Lightening cracks the night sky as this story unfolds

The troops flood the streets as the hour brings war

As the moon hides behind the clouds as the thunder roars

Welcome to the city

I hope you enjoy your stay,

You will find no peace, no joy, just enemies in your way

This City dwells inside me, it beats in my chest

This City is what controls me, at my worst and at my best

And me, I am just a mere soldier in this city

Constantly fighting for what is right

Constantly trying to please my God, to steer this vessel towards the light

But Death lurks, around every corner , behind every door

waiting opportunity against me, to knock me to the floor

And as fate would have it I am captured,

I become a causality of war

And as I feel it, I scream it’s over

It’s not worth fighting anymore

Because I wanna do right, but within me, I feel this poison in veins

That stops me in my tracks, that puts me in chains

So now look at me, a prisoner in my own city

No power, no control, just empty hands and a soul growing cold

They chained my hands and feet so I’d have no control

And over my eyes where i’d receive my sight they put a blindfold

Powerless and helpless I sit and I cry, my city has turned against me

And the question is why? Is there another law in my members warring against of my mind

And now I sit in my slavery, wondering where is the divine?

Wondering will I ever realign? Or am I cut from the vine?

Am I all out of power?  Is this my final hour?

I feel the tears run down my face, and I sense devourer

I taste that bitter taste, anything but savory, it’s sour,

It’s the taste of the defeat, it rains on me, it showers

Oh wretched man that I am, I deserve this end

All of sin’s fiery attacks, I can’t defend

Forgiveness is out my reach, Cause the sin I fall into, I once too often breach

I, a soldier of my city, must watch it fall,

I, defender of my city, will lose it all

But then I hear the words, whisper, softly in my ear

There is therefore no condemnation, to them who draw near

The voice became louder, and then it was made clear

That there was a name by which I could be saved, A name that all feared

The king came down, cloaked in his light

The battle ensued, a spectacular fight

My chains were broken, and I regained my sight

And what I saw on that stormy night

Was unimaginable

What i saw was the King of Kings at war, with his sword in his hand

With his Seraph army behind him, nothing short of grand

A thousand miles a way I stand, yet his light so bright, I covered my eyes with my hand

And there I Stand , at the epicenter

Watching my God fighting for my heart

The warring King of Glory

Who loved me from the start

Looking down into the valley from the mountain high
I can finally breathe again
I smell the fresh air and it smells like springtime again
I no longer fear for my soul,
No longer feeling the chill of imminent danger again

As I stand there looking at the forest below
I see the life I left behind me
I see the trees, the vines that tried to bind me
I see the leaves of the forest which hid me from the son, tried to blind me

I stand proud on top my mountain
I think about the snakes, the wolves that hissed and howled, told me that I'd never leave
That tried to take my joy every time I started to believe

The trees spoke, they said,
run run as fast you can, can you get out alive
will you fall or will you stand.
I burst through the last trees and I started to climb
No end in sight but to get away from my past it was time

The climb was nothing short of sublime
But anytime you begin to climb, physically and mentally prepare for it's wartime
All your old demons will call you, like your primetime on a hotline
See your past will not make it easy for you to be free....

But I get to the top, and what do I see,
all my old demons at the bottom, looking up at me
I turn around to embrace my new destiny amazed by what I saw
A whole new forest....waiting for me.

The lonely is the only place I go
probably because isolation is the only friend I know
Broken-hearted but kindness is the only feeling I show
Because the saddest people find a way to smile til tomorrow

With a damaged heart and a wounded soul
I find the strength to breach the cold
Eyes red with tears, heart full of pain
My mind is lost, fighting to be sane
Intrepid but my heart is no fool
Wise old soul, experience's school

The lonely know the wilderness best
The lonely are the kindest, the saddest, the wisest

Do you feel that poison in your vein?

It rushes and courses

and makes you insane

Your love is anything but plain

It veils your eyes, from all the lies

Like a drug that blocks the pain

Your heart, do you feel it?

When was the last time you felt it beat?

Cause since that poison entered your veins

Your soul has saw defeat

I wish you knew the price you pay

Or how that love just eats away

at who you are

from worlds afar I feel the pain

From how you spar

From how you fight with all your might

To lose that love, you feel the fright

It’s not alright, it’s not okay

Memories of the past, the reason you stay

These games you play will make you numb

Do you know the rule of thumb?

Do you even know the sum?

Of how much it cost

your heart will be lost

and so your soul

you’ll feel the cold

you’ll feel the frost

the ice will the build

your world will stop

It will standstill

Cause of the poison..

you let run in your veins.

How am I supposed to explain...the pain
to someone that wouldn't lend an ear...to hear
my fear about towards people in blue....who to you
seem like heroes, people who do.....only what they have to
You admit that some are corrupt, some aren't right
but black people need to coop, you think we always fight
against people that carry guns? have all the might?
historically oppressing people of color, have been the plight
I have done nothing wrong, but still my hands I raise
heart beating out of my chest, eyes are glazed
I feel them filling up, and I'm amazed, that I feel total fear
I feel depraved, but I have done nothing wrong,
is being black, just enough to play the song, to take us back
to Jim crow and his friend, ancestors in a shack,
shackled up by their hands, feet and on their back
is the American dream, American promise,
It said I promise you can be free, I promise
but here I am 200 years later,
flashing red and blue lights behind me, light a light saber
I smile, I'm courteous, I'm kind, put on my best behavior
hoping I'm not sent to meet my maker
because I've done nothing wrong

With all your wisdom you guide me
Strong as oak, you stand beside me
Roots deep in the ancestral plain
Battle tested bark sworn to take the pain
You great oak, you my mother
You've withstood the test of time
To make sure that I could have mine

Beware the wolf
He Hunts, at night
On top the mountain he howls
His eyes aglow under the moonlight

Beware the wolf, his teeth red with blood
The taste of flesh, the smell of fear
He preys, he overpowers like a flood

Beware the great grey wolf,
All Hail the King of the Pack
The leader, the destroyer
He is the one leading the attack

Hunt,  find , spill
Blood running like lava
Your spine is cold , the thrill
Your eyes dilate, the pill
Your teeth sink in, the ****
You tear flesh from bone, you fill
You're satisfied but still
You hunt, you stalk, you ****

The things I love include
Sunsets on a Friday evening and stargazing on a Friday night

Barber shop conversations
Talking to people about politics and sports
so in essence Barber shop conversations
I love going tubing and playing other water sports
Even though I can't swim, but so far I haven't drowned so  far so I'll keep winging it
I love when people jump in after me when I'm drowning
Not only literally but figuratively
When I am submerged in fear as if it were water
When my heart beats against my chest as if it were trying to break free
When my neurons fire like a gatling gun, you my heroes, you save me from me
I love cocoa puffs, a lot
I also love when black women wear there hair in afros or puffs because it's something beautiful about all the shades of black and brown
I love Sunday morning church and Sunday afternoon lunch with family
I love ice cream
maybe because it is the closest thing to love I've ever found
Cold and sweet
it reminds me to enjoy the simple things in life because they won't always be around
I love girls with pretty smiles, and tasteful laughs
Brown eyes with a big heart
I love looking up at a night sky filled with stars and a heart wide open
and feeling, and knowing that God exists
I love talking to people that suffer with depression
I know that may be an odd confession but it's something real in the words they say
They see the world as it is not as it should be
Instead of hiding their flaws, their burdens , they show them so clearly
They remind me to be honest about me
Some things I love
Orange juice
Plantains, not bananas, plantains

I love SEEING black people in Unity
Whether it's to start a government or tear one down
With their hands over there hearts or knees on the ground
I don't care because for too long we as a people have been divided
So to stand for something, or to stand against something,
To run for president, and not from the KKK
To put our knees on the ground so the police doesn't put a knee in our backs
To put knowledge in our heads to prevent bullets in our bodies
I love seeing a room full of people, dressed to a tee and in one accord
I love seeing it as much as I love hearing Nat King Cole's "Chesnuts roasting on an open fire  while drinking a cup of hot chocolate
on Christmas eve , next to the fireplace, surrounded with family
These are some things I love

In my thoughts
I read the lines
I feel like
I've lived a million times

What does it mean to be free?

I look down to my hands and my feet and what do I see?

Not shackles, not chains, not confederate flags,

not the fields and not the pains

Of my ancestor who were slain

Who worked in the sun and in the rain

What does it mean to be free?

Does it mean to go to college and get a degree?

Does it mean to live with your head held high and your eyes wide shut?

To live with that uneasiness way down in your gut

To keep your mouth shut and your head off the platter

To many, it seems they’d rather do the latter

What does it mean to be free?

Momma never told me, that’s something that in her lifetime she probably never got to see

Something in her lifetime she never got to be

You can take the shackles off a person and they still won’t be free

Because you destroyed their minds years ago to an insurmountable degree

You, you wretched system

You took my culture, took my last name

You try to steal all my remakes but that’s all in vain

You hate me, and you wish I’d fall

You wish I never find freedom but I got the wake up call

You keep chasing me, like my name’s David, and yours is Saul

Because for decades that wretched system put the necks of my people up against a wall

But I got my hands up, I’m ready for a brawl

Yeah I’m ready to do it all

I’m ready to throw you like a football

But best believe I’m coming for you last like an 8 ball

Because you see, for far too long I’ve been trying to be free

And all along you keep promising me

All the freedom I could want at just a small fee

The fee Martin Luther King jr, he paid in blood

The fee that Malcom X paid in blood

The fee that Emmit Til paid in blood

The fee that Trayvon Martin paid in blood

And now here we are, trying to get what’s been promised

And what will it take us, more blood?

I've spent so long trying not to feel
But you,
you made me feel
My heart a fortress, and you broke the shield  Unaware of the power you wield
Unaware of your strength,  your steel
In awe of your beauty , you queen must I kneel?
Your heart , I must steal
The consequences worth the deal
Your love helps me heal
Thanks, you found a cure
I was hiding behind the wall
But you made me feel

What a fire it was
that burned down in our souls
Like a candle, bright flame
exuding heat like burning coals
The candle burned bright
The only light on a dark night
My only protector, a dark knight
No vision, no moonlight
The sands of time, crashed on our flame
The cry of love did not sing our name
The light faded, a flickered flame
We loved and lost
We lost the game

The moment I lost faith in the red, white and blues
is the moment 20 kids died in their school shoes
How could I expect the heart of people to be cold and so offended
just at the sheer possibility of gun rights getting amended
Sandy hook made us look,
Even here in Great Mills we felt chills
They see the damage that guns do
but don't blame weapons, they blame pills
they blame the finger the one that fills
the space between the gun and the trigger
they blame a lone wolf, a lonely kid,
"he was always kinda weird, we're not surprised at what he did"
why'd he have an AK? the constitution says it's OK
why'd he an M16, we look above and below the facts but never in between
the loss of young life, we should never defend
we cannot control people, but we can control guns, we should never pretend
too much blood has spilled, too much innocence lost
we have to make sure it ends, we cant pocket the cost
We should have the right to protect who we love
but America has to choose what it loves

Two broken souls connected
Two broken hearts affected
One circle of trust constructed
One fire within burning

One sign of unison
One will of Fire
One lash of hatred
One strong desire

One Final fight
One final valley
One final moment
One realization of destiny

These past couple weeks it's been hard for me to sleep
These last couple weeks I've been up late at night counting sheep
These past couple nights when I close my eyes, tears begin to fall, I begin to weep
Tears that only my pillow knows, tears that rip only into the sheets
But when I do fall asleep, I dream
I dream of a tomorrow that's better than today
I dream of a place where my head, I could lay
I dream of a world where the skies aren't grey, I dream
Cause the grey skies mean it'll rain
From that rain I'll have no shelter, and my writings on the wall will all wash away
I dream of a world without tyrants, un-natural men
That claim to make their country great, but push the world to an end
I dream of a world without black or white, the color of man's skin
that make fright or fight
I dream of a world where the  color of my skin does not decide whether or not I win
I dream of a world where genetics does not decide the fate of my kin
I dream of a world where Cancer does not make people rot in their breast, brain or bone
I dream of a world where people don't brain-wash children from babies and make sure their seeds of hate and bigotry are sewn
I dream of a world with no more broken hearts, no more broken homes, no more lockin doors, no more cops patrollin, no more abusive words , or abusive touches, no more cancerous cells that'll take our loved ones.
But then my dreams end, and I wake up to my broken heart, and this broken world
To dream is to believe, and trust me I believe
That faith is the evidence of things unseen
But I don't just believe cause this is something I've seen
It's something that I know,
that from the ashes a new forest can grow
From the flood a new season came come, from whatever disaster you may be facing a new day day has begun.
So I rise from my defeat, blood boiling from the flames below my feet, and from the fire in my heart. Today is when I start this new era in my life, I refuse to live in strife, and to go sleep in pain, in tears.

400 years America ,
For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house.
For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee
For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, and a concenratred mixture of tears and blood
For over  400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed.
For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed
The flags that represent you, make you free . But the same flags that represent you, don't represent me. The flags that say "all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel.
400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you page

On this here Microphone
I am Al Capone
A black man in America, Hero and Villain,
And I'm here to tell you a couple things I don't condone
I don't condone my young brother's and sisters being thrown
into a life of crime in a blue light zone where they're prone to being shot
or being beat with a baton that batters flesh and breaks bones
A boy on his way to school listening music on his headphones
Shouldn't have to be thinking about what inscription they'll put on his gravestone
And I thought America had hit a milestone, turns out my beliefs were overblown
No Heroes to call, they're all dead so why pick up the phone
Martin Luther King Jr is dead so why pick up the phone?

Black man in America, I've been a threat since day 1
And Oh I bet they have wet dreams of the day I pick up a gun
So they could throw me in jail, take my away my rights and try to derail
all my dreams, bring them crashing down like hail

The black woman is more valuable to the earth than diamonds or gold
She is powerful, strong, she is fire providing warmth to those in the cold
The black woman is more beautiful than the sand in the Caribbean sea
Her eyes shine brighter than the red of a ruby
The black woman is the only one born with the capabilities of raising black boy to black man in America
The only one that has proven herself strong enough to brace the cold winds of slavery, systematic racism and oppression
The black woman, her heart divine, her soul connected to the divine
The black woman, her womb a mine of gold,  constantly being robbed
Lives constantly being stolen, We care about black lives outside the womb, but what about within. More lives being taken from us, what about our next of kin?
Why do we keep falling for America's sin?

You wonder if I miss you ?
Well does a cloud miss it’s rain drops after the rain?
Or does it know that it will return to the sky, that it will rain again
You wonder if I miss you?
Do you miss the sunset when the sun sinks into the sea?
When the moon rises into the sky do you think of me ?
Do you sit under the stars , do you hope and do you wait ?
Or do you know I will rise again, at sunrise's break.

Hey beautiful
There’s a star up there made just for you
Cause when God gave you to me, he needed something for the rest of the universe too
Something to replace the mystery found in your eyes
Something that others can marvel over when they glance at the skies
Something to replace the wonder in your smile
God created something else that makes me want to stop, stare, and admire for a while
A whole universe out there
So vast, deep and blue
But I don’t need to look out there, I am in awe enough when I look at you.

Hey,
I wanted you to know that….
you’re beautiful, but like, really
you’re the star that makes me back to that hillside by the ocean every night
Just so I can stare at you,
your beauty is innocent, a million miles away, and of me? , you’re probably unaware
That I think about you every night, and to the world you leave me without a care
And I can’t help but stare, you’re so beautiful, yet so unaware
so unaware of how you light up my night, so unaware of your reach, your light,
You don’t shine because you are a star, but because you are a star, you shine
And maybe the divine will allow our stars to align, and I could watch you shine and maybe you could be mine.

Growing up I always had my head in a cloud
Especially when learning about love
I was told it was the greatest feeling ever and
me I love great feelings so naturally I would pursue

It was a very young age that I learned that this thing called "love"
doesn't always love you back
It will cloud your judgement, break down your walls and before you know it you are under attack, under siege if you will,
It's very goal to break your heart, break your will
It's very goal is to steal, to ****.

I used to think love was a wild fire
A force that couldn't be contained
but demanded to be fed
A force that isn't easy to be controlled, and hard to be read

I used to think that love was a fire
with a blaze that burned to cinder, hearts unready,
with a match like tinder

My heart now burned, scorched and fading to ashes
I look at my battered soul, whipped by love look at all the lashes
I know now that love isn't fair
No words, no apologies could ever clear the air
No poem, no letter could ever pay the fare
couldn't cover the price of what you did,
or the secrets from me you hid

This is America for Petes sake

Black lives don’t matter here

They say they’re being treated unfair

But they’re the one’s drinking up all the welfare

And we even pay for their health care

Poor black folk shouting black lives matter

But they don’t matter

The only thing that matters is the fat cats getting fatter

Build a school or a jail?

In a place like Baltimore, those black kids are already bound to fail

Let’s not forget from whence we hail

We came from abroad to build this house

This was never meant to be a game of cat and mouse

They don’t know their power, so they will never see their hour

Cause you see white people are only safe when those animals scared

White people are only safe when white people are feared

When black people are teared, and on their face is smeared the blood of their ancestors, on the altar that is prepared

The altar that was broken down when we ended Jim Crow

Since then look how low our country did go

But at last at last now again we can make America great

Now again we can end any debate , about what it means to be free

Cause when Trump is in charge I’ll tell you, you won’t tell me

When Trump is President you'll put your hand over your heart for the anthem, not take a knee

When Trump is President, You’ll be satisfied , you’ll lower your fist and you’ll be

You’ll be gratified, you’ll shut your mouth and watch your people die

You’ll watch them bleed like Alton Sterling,

You’ll stand there you’ll cry

And then you’ll wonder why,

why does the color of your skin decide whether or not you win

As you kneel before me thinking about your next of kin,

ready to feel these bullets in your body as your reality sets in

This country was never your own

We brought you here as slaves, you call out for a savior but

Abraham Lincoln is dead so you can put down the phone

Martin Luther King is dead so you can put down the phone

Malcom X is dead, you see,now you’re all alone

We’ve infiltrated your culture and now that seed has grown

As we watch you destroy each other and continue to postpone anything that looks like freedom

Cause you see freedom isnt free

We gained ours in 1776

Your ancestors were still in chains but here today you celebrate with me

Thinking that you’re free

But you will never be free

Harriet Tubman freed a thousand slaves

And she could've freed a thousand more but they were cheering for Trump in his rallies

Because they can’t grasp what it means to be free

And that mere truth is the key

So we won’t say their names

We won’t feel their pains

Cause this is the United States of America , and white is right, we still hold the reigns

Black, blue and white
Like watching the ocean, the moon, the clouds, the starlight
At peace , there's a calm , there's still, the night
Yet below the deep , the bellows roar, there's war, a fight.

Red, white and black
There's passion standing amongst your brothers, people you know have got your back
We stand hand in hand, we focus on our strenghts and not what we lack
We march forward with no thoughts of going back
into the ocean, into the war

Purple, red and gold
We see the king, we hear the trumpet, we hear the saints sing the songs of old
We do not lose focus, we don't waiver, we do not shiver in the nights of cold
We do not waste thoughts on any precious sentiments,
We pull our swords, we stand bold.

We are not who they thought we were
They do not remember us, but we wear no disguise
They call out a name, they see resounding nothingness in our eyes
Same soul, same heart,
Sill chasing after the same prize
No thought of glory nor glamour
Just a fire, like a blazon sunrise
We came for the fight
We are not afraid, no, we are fear itself
We are not the ships you brought us in
We will not move with the wind, no, in fact
We command it.
We? seeds.
Buried so deep.
Under the pressure, beat down
under the water, destroyed
but in the dead of winter we rose
We are not who you thought we were, a seed, no more
You do not remember us no,
it doesn't matter. Be ready for the war.

Why are you mad at me?

When I am who you asked me to be

Mentally and emotionally

whenever you were melancholy

I was there with you

spiritually and physically

I let you become a part of me

I let you become a part of me

Are you even listening to me?

A part of me,

you know all my deepest fantasies

You’ve swam in my sea of tears

You helped me conquer my greatest fears

You showed me how to live a life with no fears

So why are you mad at me?

You created me

You lit a fire in my heart

It burned bright and burned hot

And with it you knew I’d never depart

The flame swayed and flickered

Each flicker an arm trying to reach out for you, but failing

an in each attempt it fails, but ever reaching…

In it’s attempts it blazes and it burns everything around it

Destroying the very fabric of my being

But then again, I don’t know who’s my being

You thought me how to think, and how to feel

you were the one to take my heart and on it put a seal

That nobody could it take it away

you made sure that with you was where I’d stay

Until I had given up, black roses

Because I knew we couldn’t go on

I had given up black roses because

My identity was found in you

But my purpose didn’t ensue

So I guess the reason that you’re mad at me

Is because I’m no longer who you ask of me

No longer a slave to thee, no longer your entity

So I understand your jealousy, Cause for the first time ever

I belong to me,.

So, if you believe that God is love,
How can you also believe that God hates a group of people
On Jan 4th 1861 Bishop reverend A. Verot got behind his pulpit and defended the right of white people to own slaves,
By adding "the will of god" to the civil war, it added a new level of desire to fight, and one can argue that without the church there may have never been a civil war. Supremacy sanctioned by God was preached in churches across America and the effects of it are still seen today.
Open letter to church goers that go to church every sunday, wednesday and Saturday night and for generations have been using the bible to oppress people of color
I don't know who's the god that you worship but I bet I can make a couple assumptions about him
I bet your god grew up in kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee, Alabama
I bet your god chews tobacco and owns a Chevy pickup truck
I bet your god watches Fox news, loves Bill O'Reilly, voted for John McCain, I bet your god, is a politician
that would rather massive tax cuts for the wealthy while so many in this country live in poverty
I bet your god loves war, I bet your god steals oil from other countries, kills innocent civilians and says it's all in the name of peace
I bet your god founded the war on drugs, I bet your god thinks all mexicans are rapists and some he suspects are good people
I bet your god's high school served racism in the cafeteria and offered hate speech like it offers french and spanish I bet your god
I bet your god has a ******* tattooed on his left arm and a confederate flag on the right,  I bet your god considered people of color to be inferior, I bet the only verse in your god's bible is Colossians 3:22, that said, “Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh, not serving to the eye, as pleasing men, but in simplicity of heart, fearing God.” I bet your god wrote the cornerstone speech, I bet your god is a confederate generals *******
I bet your god has a drinking problem, I bet he sees the bottom of a shot glass more than he sees his own children, I bet your god only serves american interest , I bet your god saw it right to massacre millions of indigenous people to spread from coast to shining coast, I bet your god saw it right to capture, torture and enslave millions of african people so that america would become a superpower and then turn around and tell their ancestors that they have to stand for an anthem that says "no refuge can save the hireling or the slave from the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave"
I bet your god considers silent protest disrespectful and calls people animals when they riot
I bet your god would've re-written genesis, and created eve without a mouth and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine that he would continue to tell her that she would never ever be good enough to be in
I bet your god doesn't know about any other place on the globe besides america
I bet your god is afraid to talk about race, and that's why you are too
I bet your god has stolen my God's identity and is buying pieces of heaven on his amazon prime
But I got a message for you for the next time you bend down on your knees and pray to your god, tell him, that my God is looking for him

As a cloud, with you I am light
the sun shining through, the blue sky for sore eyes is a sight
my soul a quivering hand slowly pulling back on the string of a bow
the arrow aiming only at your heart, a heart of golden beads pressed down and melted over a fire created by your soul so beautifully collected, a portrait painted by years of experiences and hurt and pain, a mural of life enticing a lust for life that can only be satiated by your smile.
my soul under duress, my mind running like a river
In my heart is conjured rough seas on a stormy night, no view of the shoreline but hands on the wheel, sailing, in my mind tough times, thunder and lightening thoughts of falling and failing.
I however though, shoot that arrow
I forever, aim for your heart.