“No Matter What. We Are Human.”
Race is a class issue. Culture divided. Heritage, boundary, profile contention. So fast that the truth is lost. Race is hard, so is life. A divisive boundary that creates contention. Usually misunderstood. Mistreated. Different places. Our brains are pink, our skin colors pointless. No matter what, we are human. Beautifully unique. Acceptance. Knowledge. Equal life. Be polite. Respect boundaries. Stay cool. Colorful pride. Differences. Blind. Closed, opened. Equality, a powerful judgement. Opportunity, liberate war.
“Inevitable Change”
Memory
Remembering our relationship
is like remembering fall.
It changed with the leaves.
I tried to stop it,
but I was too late.
There was nothing left for me to do.
Our love for each other changed,
it changed with the seasons.
Slowly shifting, slowly letting each other go.
Remembering our relationship reminds me of fall.
You were the branch,
and I was the leaf;
not meant to come back.
Fantasy
I always wonder,
what my future has in store.
I always ask myself
so many questions.
I want someone.
Someone that will appreciate me.
Appreciate all the love I have to give.
Someone that’ll hold my hand and
whisper cute things in my ear.
I want someone that will make me
feel something,
extraordinary.
Metaphor
I went on a camping trip
and met an incredible guy.
He fits next to me, perfectly.
When I’m around him,
it feels so natural.
We were meant to be
in each other's company.
He makes everything better.
Everyday,
I'm thankful that our paths crossed.
He's everything I’ve been looking for.
Kissing him is like seeing a rainbow;
immersed in every color.
Feeling the warmth,
allowing a smile to radiate across my face.
Loving him is like fireworks.
Colors and sparkles of every kind,
flying everywhere.
Filling me full of ooo's and awes.
Leaving me wanting so much more.
“Boardwalk”
It was bright out,
as bright as snow.
Even though it was July.
The sun,
hitting the hot pots
hurt my eyes.
But I don’t care.
I love hot pots.
I love how the sun glistens off of them.
I live for boardwalks.
I live to smell that
rotten egg smell.
The smell of sulfur.
I love this place.
Unlike snow,
which I hate.
Race is a class issue. Culture divided. Heritage, boundary, profile contention. So fast that the truth is lost. Race is hard, so is life. A divisive boundary that creates contention. Usually misunderstood. Mistreated. Different places. Our brains are pink, our skin colors pointless. No matter what, we are human. Beautifully unique. Acceptance. Knowledge. Equal life. Be polite. Respect boundaries. Stay cool. Colorful pride. Differences. Blind. Closed, opened. Equality, a powerful judgement. Opportunity, liberate war.
“Inevitable Change”
Memory
Remembering our relationship
is like remembering fall.
It changed with the leaves.
I tried to stop it,
but I was too late.
There was nothing left for me to do.
Our love for each other changed,
it changed with the seasons.
Slowly shifting, slowly letting each other go.
Remembering our relationship reminds me of fall.
You were the branch,
and I was the leaf;
not meant to come back.
Fantasy
I always wonder,
what my future has in store.
I always ask myself
so many questions.
I want someone.
Someone that will appreciate me.
Appreciate all the love I have to give.
Someone that’ll hold my hand and
whisper cute things in my ear.
I want someone that will make me
feel something,
extraordinary.
Metaphor
I went on a camping trip
and met an incredible guy.
He fits next to me, perfectly.
When I’m around him,
it feels so natural.
We were meant to be
in each other's company.
He makes everything better.
Everyday,
I'm thankful that our paths crossed.
He's everything I’ve been looking for.
Kissing him is like seeing a rainbow;
immersed in every color.
Feeling the warmth,
allowing a smile to radiate across my face.
Loving him is like fireworks.
Colors and sparkles of every kind,
flying everywhere.
Filling me full of ooo's and awes.
Leaving me wanting so much more.
“Boardwalk”
It was bright out,
as bright as snow.
Even though it was July.
The sun,
hitting the hot pots
hurt my eyes.
But I don’t care.
I love hot pots.
I love how the sun glistens off of them.
I live for boardwalks.
I live to smell that
rotten egg smell.
The smell of sulfur.
I love this place.
Unlike snow,
which I hate.