Guilt

How do I explain all the events that has transpired. The guilt the shame can I ever recover from a tragedy such as this? Where did I go wrong thinking I could win in a game built with lies. I feel so broken from guilt tearing me apart from the inside. My digestive system is all out of order. The sluggish feeling is so overwhelming I can barely hold my head up. Let me try to drink some water with hope to detox my organs. I became victim of a milk challenge and the guilt alone will ruin my image.

Writers Glory

A challenge if I must say

To excuse a notion that only I can express

Reflections of myself is so easy to confess

Simply write a song without a rhythm

Can one compare to skipping while music plays as a hymn

How can I relate to the symphony if there is no tone

I simply look in the mirror with joy in my heart

Confessing with the English language

Accepting the Challenge

I enjoy the thrill of exercising my right

The liberty to showcase my skills is my best asset

With my eyes asleep I write with my heart beat

Delicacy

My most favorite dessert or should I say a diversion when I feel like spoiling myself. Sugary nonsense defined as a sin depending on the delicacy of what is forbidden. How can I desire something knowing it deferential to my existence. I might as well of had a cognac so diverted on the effects of pollution sustaining my essence. Must I present elegance knowing I represent I higher standard. Filled with love I freely reciprocate grace. A mere perishable commodity that’s been given free will. So my confession will admit the truth it was I who ate the strawberry cake.

Who am I

I wonder if my skin color determines how you perceive my Identity

Never allowing me the opportunity to present my own natural Beauty

Tell me my how my heritage will always define my Ethnicity

From your perception and outlook of Equality

And as night turns to dark I will rise with the Sun

Explaining the creativity of my Complexity

Tell me why my existence doesn’t matter in the land of the Free

And

I’ll submit to your will until I’m able to imitate the Truth

Tell me my history explains my Identity

And

I’ll recreate how you see Me

Tell me you didn’t understand my story until you read my Autobiography

And

I’ll tell you I’ve been here all along it was how you viewed Me

Tell me I was created as a Gift

From a source greater than your Predijuce Thoughts

And

While Praising His Holy Name

I must Confess with my Tongue

Not my will but His and His Alone

I’ll tell you I surrendered and became a Living Sacrifice

The mere image of my Reflection has nothing to do with what you See

All of who I am, is who He created me to Be

The Beauty of my Complexion can be defined in more shades than One

A Chameleon of Complicity best defines how the World describes Me.

But I deserve More I’m FREE

Beauty

I wonder if my skin color determines how you see me

Never allowing me the opportunity to present my own natural Beauty

Tell me my how my heritage will always define my Ethnicity

From your perception and outlook of Equality

And as night turns to dark I will rise with the Sun

Explaining the creativity of my Complexity

Tell me why my existence doesn’t matter in the land of the Free

I’ll submit to your will until I’m able to imitate the Truth

You don’t know Me

The Beauty of my Complexion can be defined in more shades than One

Birds

The season is changing

It’s in the air

Ace of hearts look remarkable this time of year

Red birds dancing across the sky

Is poetic to a dreamer who visualizes fairytales with happy endings

Looking out the window I see birds playing in a puddle left by a light shower

Reminiscing on the innocence of love

Capturing each moment as if it’s the first time done

Birds are remarkable at making us believe the impossibilities of the world

Look there’s another one a blue bird just nested itself above

I guess winter is over and Spring has begun