My lips were parched.

My eyes were sunken in,

they were hiding from my pale deserted face.

Each breath was a painful sacrifice

that my lungs no longer wants  to participate in. 

My heartbeats were sprinting so hard and fast.

The nurses were testing my fingers for oxygen. 

but they were so cold and stiff,  none of them wanted to communicate 

 Awoken by a miracle and heard the  nurse said

'' is she  dead?"  

Slowly making my way to consciousness,

I looked at death and said

"I see you come to visit me, but I  won't let you in. "

Police! 

Freeze! 

Drop the weapon!

Hands above your head!

Confused and  scared by how those  harsh words presented themselves

my knees bent inwards, I was choking on my words,

concentrated urea solution was dripping down my thighs

I tried to explain,

"There is no weapon, only a cell phone,"

"Not every black person is strapped or harm!"

He looked at me, he saw my skin

he already convinced himself  that he saw evil,

I was kissed by a bullet straight through my chest

my blood splattered, 

wasted on the ground 

I screamed my last words as I came to death,

They turned the lights on.

My friends looked at me.

Thankfully, this was all in a  dream, 

except the part of me being BLACK.

Sweaty palms,

cold feet,

eyes bulging,

heart pumping,

knees shaking,

all because there is someone in my head 

telling me the worst is yet to come.

He controls my emotions 

he is indescribable 

some call him Anxiety 

but his real name is Mr. Fear. 

I can tell you about our chemistry,

we connected like strong ionic bonds 

that absolutely nothing could break us apart

I can tell you about our Physics 

that somehow defy Newtons law

because there was no gravity, no friction

just a single force pulling us closer and closer together

and I can tell you about our anatomy

I was sure I was built with your rib

So, who is she?

I guessed you had an extra rib

Oh, wait! I could Bible Studies

pretty sure it wasn't Adam, Eve, and Eva

but you have to do the  math to divide a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth.

My smile is a simple reflection of my inner peace

and not  your monstrous presence.

My eyes are lit with intelligence,

has nothing to do with your narcissistic plight 

My heart is closed tight.

I already deleted your contact from my phone 

so leave me the heck alone!!!!! 

 Though my skin  is silky and smooth 

 and my body has angular curves 

that tapers off elegantly preparing him for my insides-

He calls his friends over they laugh so loudly

then he grabbed me forcefully

removing my cap which was a physical and mental barrier 

to protect against people who will contaminate my insides

he did not even find out if I had too much sugar 

he just ripped off my clothes saying 

it's just a label

then he kissed  me on the mouth 

sucked onto my lips

lifted me up, then he turned me upside down

Now I am no longer clean,

and nothing is left inside of me

you could see through my soul 

he was finally done with me 

so he dumped me hard

and now I am broken.

Her eyes overcrowded with teardrops 

ready to burst from their corners

her hands, cold and trembling, as she hugged herself in self-pity

Her feet plastered to the wooden floor 

too weak to lift her upper body.

Her ears pricked, but there was no sound 

For once, her growling stomach,

the dripping tap, and even the wispy whistling wind 

all stopped 

knowing how much she hates the silence 

because silence screams the truth.

If the whole world spoke only in rhymes, 

It would be fun, so much fun at times

People will be forced to say nothing but the truth 

and for those who refused, for once they will be mute

Rhyming our words cant be too bad 

when Dad rhymes with sad

care rhymes with dear, 

and share and fair 

black rhymes with rock 

and trump rhymes with dump 

it would be so much fun if the world just spoke with rhymes

we would dance to poems, playing tunes in our minds.