“Shades of black intertwined in my being I try to see in color but darkness is all I’m seeing.”

I will be more than I was yesterday, even if that means I can’t take you with me.

I got what I wanted then I threw it away why do I mess up the only things that want to stay.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

I found peace in my loneliness. I found solace in the quiet. I found love in my reflection.

And as you left my heart cried out then suddenly I was thankful that the cries of the heart can only be felt and not heard.

I want you to love me for me so that all my flaws stitch together and make me whole.

And when she stopped letting him steal her light she shined brighter than every star in the night sky.

Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.

Words are so powerful treat them as weapons. You say you love someone expect a war.

Like broken clocks we lost our time you moved on but left me behind.

I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.

One day the waves will crash around me and take my soul to sea. For on that day death will surround me watching happily.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

I try my best to mean what I say. But it seems to be that my words are too big for my voice to speak.

You accuse me of black marketing, but which of you has not slept with me?

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

I want to be the black and white moment that flashes in front of your eyes, when you hum your favorite tune; your soul song.

I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.

As a black man, I have to respect myself and have nice things. As a man in general.

We are all somewhere or the other a little grey, not black and white. We have our imperfections.

The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

Barack Obama makes me feel good to be a black man.