How NORMAL people run during P.E.
I am so fucking sick of these afrocentric black men so invested in BLACK-WASHING Ancient Egypt, yet couldn’t give a single drop of fuck when black women get white-washed today!
You taste better dead than you do alive
I haven’t been open to you. You see this televised world does not allow it. I never held the book these women carry as they play the rules to love. I do not have what the eyes crave but through the windows are a deep world of tainted things. You see here on the island that is my love there are no mountains to climb just a distance of wary travel. Many people have attempted to formulate and build on this island that is my heart but it has a will of its own. Its population is for two.
I don’t know how to speak when I see you but I am dazed by the beauty in your spirit. Like the seed of life to an empty pool you brought life to parts of me I thought I could never explore. You are so pure in life and so rich in character you could feed my most enigmatic desires. I wish I could say it but its quite embarrassing because its all my soul knows. It cherishes you in the health that you are and only wishes to grow with it and follow it and guide it.
But I must apologize. My world is so hungry for you I fear my hungers would leave you dry and in drought. So I stand afar and admire you, the mystery, the liberation, the freedom that you are. I do not want to hurt you. I want to be beside you. As you come and go to the island that is my heart you are good of health like the pilgrim of a rich land in which your heart is drawn. I am a mere location on the map.
As my lust overwhelms you, I see in your heart you do not trust me but, a hidden truth to worlds untold are locked within me because I would hate to be the cause of your misery. I fear I am not at all of what you seek. Wayfarer, warrior, wanderer. But I love you more than these pretentious dreams, metaphors, and analogies. You came to something so isolated and alone. You came to someone hungry and fed it fruit. You gave birth to something new and taught it life. You came into my heart and left me mute. In a twist of words I could never manifest to bring before you.
Sweet Sour Bitter
I am Sweet Sour and Bitter
all at once
Like you’d never even know the difference
Its crazy how some people can strike a nerve
And still pique your interest
I’m the sweetest sound, with sour words
But a bitter hopeless heart
And since I have no clue how to love
I call this life my art
I have the bitter tongue of a narrow sweet escape
And sour on the exit when you try to get away
I’m the sour-faced beauty when I catch a bitter eye
Those who try to say they know me have sweet confusion in their eyes
I’m a crazy combination
I’m nice but mean in a twist
My lies, my truths, my sarcasm
Don’t vary from what which one is
My Sweet Lies
My Sour Truths
My Bitter Sarcasm
And the way I treat you