Pessimist and passive agressive,

Took all this, to learn a lesson.

Only I'd see that as a blessing.

Learning that there's no regression.

Hypocrite, more times than not

Shoot me down, then fill my spot.

Lock these shackles, watch me rot.

Learning things that can't be taught.

Mirror me, You know this image.

Time itself, makes no commitment.

Wasting space, what's a life worth living?

Learning they all take, but nothings given.

This life is not my own.

I sat outside on a grassy path,

Watching the moon at her best.

They say she's the queen of night.

And she beckons me out.

She shines on me and only me.

Only for that moment.

She calls me daughter and leads me home,

On a grassy path.

I've longed for more than this.

More than beauty,

More than wit.

Something like potential,

Or patience within.

Something that connects

Me to myself again.

This is not against the men in blue,

But to support the men of black.

The ones who have to double check,

And always watch their backs.

The ones who raise a brownskin child,

With a gun that's just a toy.

I speak for the ones who have no voice.

They killed that poor black boy.

A loving husband to his wife goes to walmart for a meal.

A shiny BB gun catches his eye and the whole store goes still.

A call made to dispatch "a black man is waving a gun."

They killed that loving father, leaving him with no chance to run.

Everyone of a different race bleeds the same red,

The government pays no attention to a black man who's dead.

I wish I was the pills you took,

So I was still with you.

Or the liquor you washed them down with.

I contemplate the changes I could have made.

And you said you would stay forever.

Forever came too soon.

I hurt myself for being hurt by you.

Sometimes I believe I'll fail at life.

And partake in things I've seen you do.

and it comes back to me,

Round and around again.

Suicide was not the answer.

But its always my question.

If I could tell you the depth of my pain,

A follow or like wouldnt matter.

The size of your watch wouldnt matter.

A nice walk or talk wouldnt matter.

'Cause my soul is more important.

Though its threatened to leave this realm.

To seek things ununobtainable to others.

To live in magic older than life.

The devil wants my pain.

Wants my soul.

And god wants the same.

A religion wont save my soul from myself.

So I leave reality in search of something else.

You are the sun,

While I am the moon.

You are my strength,

As I am the weakness in you.

I rise to greet the skies,

And blow kisses to the stars.

I listen to their stories,

Starcrossed lovers-- we are.

I feel the warmth from where you were,

And spend my life waiting.

And cry when I begin to fade,

Alone and beautifully, crazy.

Love IS Love.

No matter the shape.

No matter what color,

Or if it can break.

No matter the size,

For love is not fake.

And if your alone,

My love you can take.

There are scratches on my body,

From me trying to get out of myself.

The voices won't stop shouting,

Telling me I'm someone else.

I would rather be a rotting corpse.

Then a book never read.

I would rather live in silence,

And by silence I mean dead.