My heart thrives within the solitary confinement that is home.

Even though asthma is my arsonist and weed is the gasoline.

My liver is muddy from desperately trying to drown my insecurities.

My Brain can't see clearly as the silver line blurs into thin air.

This polygon is becoming more like my pancreas, slowly becoming irritated until it POPS-

Putting poison in my body. Wondering if this makes a 15cm organ an internal terrorist.

At home I made all my family disappear- magic. Each handkerchief stretching the distance, hoping to receive a pity applause for what I've done.

God have mercy on my soul. But God doesn't have mercy on the damned.

I was moving up the pyramid scheme, each brick becoming a boulder of benevolence behind bated breath and hissing tongues.

I was Icarus.

Given wings by my father, warned not  to get too involved with the politicians and not to dive into the sea of common men.

Trying to escape from selection-I was a sheep in the Slaughter House.

I was on top  and too close to the sun, at the  promise of power, drugs and money.

I was plucked. Cut my teeth on civilian concrete.

I tried to hide the fact that I was poor.

I ended up going church with Demons, wholeheartedly worshipping a weeping angel.

They were feasting off of the time that I could have used searching for a reason to wake up in the morning.Tithes crushed my credit to pieces.

I was drowning in debt, cashing in checks when I had nothing to withdraw.

I dragged my way to the bank trying to avoid robbery, and thanked them for the food I was given.

I was surviving, even though I didn't want to.

I searched for help...and no one came.

And I went to where my heart was, pulled out the rope, and fixed everything.

And I went home.

Society told me to call you white,

And by that they separate us by day and night.

We are one as sentient beings.

By that you should know that our souls, are not to be sold.

We are not animals put on display

We aren't ghosts- don’t act like you dont see me. Just because me and the are the same color dosent mean you have to treat me like it!

We stand proud and tall as a unit!

Color never really mattered to me.

Just feeling your aura and vibin’ eternally.

I am you and you are me.

My brown skin does not define who I am inside, so why continue to only see with our eyes?

Let's not be defined by what we look like.

Black or white.

Weight or height.. By faith or by bronze or by brains.

Let's be defined by our names.

The standards that have been set have been branded in our soul.

Teaching the future generations the hate the moment they step in the gate.

This shit is really getting old.

Let us love under the stars,

and accept who we are…

while forgetting about color.

Fill us with peace

In our hearts.