"True heroes of Africa often lie in unmarked graves."
Just a few!
Just a few!
Love is a word that I want, but I can’t quite explain.
White Wall Black Doors
As I looked into the mirror I could see who I was becoming
Although I looked the same each day I could tell that I was evolving
Black suit and all
Sophisticated, domesticated, and educated
Although I was becoming all of those things I started to hear a certain ring
As I listened I heard a certain scream from my blood
It was the testimonies and pain that had been written on my skull
And although I was living a dream
I was being pimped out, misused and becoming a product of the main stream
I was stereotypical, predictable and a mathematical static
I was in the black suit produced by my little brother
I had diamond stud earrings stained with blood
I had no name
So I took whatever I was called
My mentality was destruction
If I wanted to be like them
I had to act like them
I had to destroy myself
But the screams of blood became louder as I clawed into my own flesh
The history and my anatomy projected itself in my mind
I was in the battle of staying with in these walls or going into that door.
Individuality or saving my humanity
Constructed and uncomfortable in those white walls I realized Black doors
I could be who I was, and I could soothe the origins of my blood
I may never be able to paint those walls black, but I would always be able to go through that black door
It was something on the inside
Softly turning me over
Touching me gently
Was it the way he walked?
Or the way he talked?
The way he looked at his surroundings ?
Whatever it was it changed something in me
He then put his eyes on me and I realized that he wasn’t looking at me
He was standing in the presents of my skin
That’s why he understood the situations I was in
He didn’t admire just my eyes or my skin
But my mind within
He loved my strength
and he knew so much more about me that I ever did
I felt the same way about him
It wasn’t who he was
But the things he did
His presence mesmerized my soul from deep within.
How do people end up in relationship after relationship after relationship and I can’t find a single person to even find me remotely interesting for a solid ten seconds?