that i wont be alone

someone will hold me

their arms will be my home

i have a dream

that i will soon belong

tha every work he speaks

to me will be a song

i have a dream

that together we will be

no one is between us

it will be him and me

dreams are made to help you

make it through the night

the darkness that is endless

will gleam a bit of light

but at the end of every night

the hope of dusk awakes

reality sets in

sheds light on your mistakes

i know i am alone

alone ill always be

so its okay to dream

of imaginary him and me

I am a tree

A strong tall palm tree

A slight curve to my trunk

Beautiful, large leaves fanning from my body

I am on an island.

Alone, the only tree

Risen from hot white sand

Surrounded by cool blue waves

Many come to me

Voyagers tired from sea

I attract them with my leaves

Cool shade cool breeze

I nurture them

Providing what they need

I take the hot sun on my shoulders

So they don't have to

I share with them the fruit I have

Drip water from my leaves

Fan them protect them

And I relish the feeling

But a hurricane has come

No one comes to visit me now

No one venures the waters in a storm

Why would I expect them to come

To take care of me

To protect me from the winds

To keep me strong

So that I am not uprooted and thrown to sea

I am used to this

forgotten

Im okay, Ill be fine

My base is strong, my roots deep

I don't need anyone.

Right?

I can support myself

Ill be okay like I always am

Grayson

Javier

Skyler

Ashton

Trenton

Phoenix

Rafael

Hunter

Ares

Amel

Ivan

Vladimir

Ryver

Bruce

Kelvin

Who am I?

No one really knows.

I am raceless, ambiguous.

Placeless, without a culture.

People think I'm everything.

My caramel skin and chestnut eyes belonging to everywhere.

Indian? Hebrew? Nigerian? Cuban? Brazilian? Fijian? First Nations? Polynesian? Persian?

And on and on and on.

Little do they know I'm an oreo

Black, white

Guyanese, Spanish, English

Thats it

People are quick to call me black.

I am not black.

I am half black.

If people can call me black than they should be able to call me white.

They never call me white.

My blackness taints me.

Black people don't want me

I am to light

White people dont want me

I am too dark

Where do I fit in in society

I never knew.

My mother is white.

People used to ask if I was adopted

I am not adopted, I am half white

So difficult for people to understand

I don't know who I am

Where I stand

I am not black

Or white

I am a mutt

A mix

A mulatto

There are none like me around me

I have no culture because I am something different.

Something new.

Something many have never seen before.

Can I touch your hair?

Is it natural

How is your skin so tan

Where are you from

Who am I?

No one really knows unplacable. pSomellllllblBlhite, orea

We Are Far Apart

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We Cross the Universe

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                             ✯                        __|__              ✯    ✯             ✯     ✯

✯          ✯                     ✯              /_____\ ✯                      ✯                  ✯

        ✯          ✯                         ✯ /_______\          ✯  ✯                ✯

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We Find Each Other, True Love at Last.

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Staring at it I feel my heart pop,

My stubborn feet stop,

My useless jaw drops.

There it lies I thought that it'd been removed.

It sits there unmoved,

Nothings been proved.

Looking up to me it stares with its eyes,

I feel hypnotized,

But then I realize

That it is just a dead thing on the window sill.

Been lying there still.

Just dead kill.

Walking up to it it suddenly revives,

The things got nine lives!

I break out in hives.

I slowly back away as it creeps closer,

Fangs drawn, its over,

I have no closure.

In a world filled up with colour,

From the centre grows a tree,

As you climb, each branch gets smaller,

Just strong enough to hold me.

On my little coloured planet,

In my tree I gaze up yonder,

Counting shooting stars, a habit.

I let my thought filled mind wander.

Looking at the beach I see a thousand grains of sand,

A single grain of sand is but a worthless piece of dust,

Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, as it sits there on your hand.

It slips through your fingers and is picked up by a gust.

Looking at the sky I see a million sparkling stars,

A single sparkling star is but a worthless ball of gas.

Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, as you gaze at it afar,

But you quickly lose sight of it in the twinkling mass.

Looking at the world I see a billion living humans,

A single human being is but a worthless mass of flesh.

Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, mixed up in an illusion,

But a single human being has the chance to change the rest.