The Stars

Long Run

Imagine having no balances on ice.

Slipping and falling with no directions.

Any different odds like a roll of dices.

It’s a forming of a deep connection.

Mind, body and emotions are invested.

You put every bit of yourself into them.

It’s clear to you that they are so precious.

To the world, you’re just underneath their thumb.

Fearing you lost sight of who you were.

Thinking you are still that boy who’s naïve.

The girl down the street, they so much prefer.

When you already came across your Eve.

Deep down in your soul, you know their the one.

Through all the storms, you’re here for the long run.

Darts

Forever playing darts with my heart.

Dicing it to pieces.

Lost in the blackness.

Acting so wouldn’t see the sadness.

You was the captain of my madness.

Taking my breath away.

Now I can’t feel nothing.

Haven’t crushed in a minute.

Can’t get the same high.

The L different but the smoke keep showing you.

Then I realize y’all one in the same.

Only here for the moment.

Fragile

I know you’ve been hurt.

Years of your emotions being dispersed.

Hardly handled with care.

All your fears being amplified from a significant that’s suppose to crystallize your worth.

Instead they impede your growth.

Leading you on when they have an unquenchable thirst.

Dragging your feelings through the dirt while they plant seeds all across the earth.

Soul ties from holes you never been expose to.

Now you’re all vulnerable.

Hiding behind a blunt or a few.

Taking shots to escape the view.

Blacking out so you can’t feel what you been through.

Your pain is visible.

I can see it all in your eyes.

It’s okay, you let it out.









Endless Cycle

You hurt me and I hurt the next.

It’s how the game goes.

It flows with no remorse.

Leaving hearts in parts.

All out of sorts.

Love is an art but pierced in the process.

Everyone moving on without healing from the ex, hurting everybody next.

It’s an endless cycle; different variables.

We’re so evolved but so primitive.

Powerful but still so broken.

A part of us is still stolen but it’s like we chosen to forget.

Masking it with hate and anger.

Our spirit is in danger.

Corrupted by different pigments or higher shades.

We are caged.

Not with bars but in our minds.

Boundaries higher than the Everest climb.

They would hate to see us at our prime so they attacked our pride.

Demoralize.

Then cast a gaze over our eyes.

And we think we’re alright cause we have fabric from different lands or material from deep within the land.

Unknown that we’re in quicksand without a branch .

Shame

All I feel is shame.

Suppose to be the next big thing.

It was all in my genes but I can’t fulfill that dream.

It got me going through the motions.

Handing out potions.

During a lot of healing so I won’t feel.

A coping skill to distract me from the chills I get.

It goes hand and hand with the liquor I sip.

Hiding behind it’s lit so I can keep pouring it.

Drowning myself cause I’m tired of the reality of it.

It keeps downing me and I keep doubting me.

Overthinking cause I don’t know what you think of me.

Do you hear my pleads as I scream.

Or is it only in my mind?



Colorist or preferences

Hiding behind what they prefer

Knowing deep down they can’t stand someone of a less shade.

This goes back when we were slaves or when we were in caves.

When our pigment protected against the suns rays.

As the sun caressed our skin with elegance.

The glow of gods and goddesses.

Maybe they hated it.

So they punish.

Bashed it until we lost pride if it.

Losing our ancestral essence.

We were Kings and Queens but now they only see us as good in the sheets.

Or anger at its peak.

It’s no in between.

Never see what’s underneath.

We’re human beings.

Regardless of what they see.

Truly love

My phone don’t ring but everybody loves me.

When I’m distant, all I hear I’m moving funny.

Questioning my silence but my body language speaks loudly.

If you loved me you would see that my mind is cloudy.

That my eyes is forecast for rain but I’m forcing delays.

That my energy is off it’s relay.

That my demons are having a field day.

I can’t shake the thoughts I’m having these days but I aspect someone who loves me to detect.

Sometimes you have to detach to reattach.

Isolate to medicate but no one understands that.

They want you to shine through all your darkness.

Evaluate them while you’re deteriorating on the inside but they love you.

How could you love me and not sense my imbalance.

Maybe it’s the mask I’m wearing but I thought love can conquer all.

Why couldn’t your love slip through the cracks?

Have a flanking attack or is that to much to ask?

Maybe you don’t truly love me.

Lost

Living in the present but stuck in the past.

Reminiscing of the time we had but these memories are only dreams.

You was gone before they can be.

Gone with the wind but I hear you in the breeze.



Even though I can’t remember how you sound.

Being your son, I’m proud but it comes with a lot.

Your image is splattered across my life and I fear that I can’t complete the portrait.

I look just like you but I can’t be you.

I’m shackled to you cause I’m a product of you.

I struggle to step out of your shadow cause you’re my light even in the darkness.

I wanna shine for you.

This was so beautiful

dear daughter, this is for the day when you first stand in the shower, with eyes producing more water than the shower itself, and try to scrub your skin off. using all your might as if they were the chains you were once bound too and desperately need to free yourself from. firstly honey, your black is neither burden nor boundary it is a key that reveals so many treasures if you’d just persevere until you find the right doors. what are you trying to do with your caramel coloured skin of soft buttery texture that has been churned through generations of hardships to produce this fine product of supreme quality called you? don’t you know your hair is an enchanted forest, each kink and curl creating it’s own unique magic to keep your well deserved crown in place? my baby, you are royalty and ignore the white’s dictionary definition of humility, it is not stripping yourself of your crown to avoid being the subject of jealously and envy. that big, beautiful forehead of yours is filled with a lifetime of substantial knowledge and always be proud of your luscious lips that reflect the enormity of love you have to share. don’t be afraid of your already thick thighs in preparation for the day they become your own daughter’s pillow to cry into and confess all her secrets too. finally my star, have i not always showed you how bright you glow, so why did you allow them to burn you out? if i could not make you love yourself, open your eyes to see how beautiful you truly are then how could you give them permission to teach you how to hate your black then learn the lesson so well?