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Oh Negro: Old Negro, young Negro. Yellow Negro, black Negro. I’m Negro, I am Negro. See, I know you Negro. With skin to devour the essence of the sun- A bizarre and strange complexion, Negro. A Strong Negro. Labor of centuries, you have built cities Burdened with broken backs, Negro. A beauty as though it were chiseled from fables of Greek Gods, Negro.   You are the Alpha and Omega Negro- My beginning, middle and end, Negro. Yea, I know you Negro. And you, great Negress. possess the womb of humanity Negress. Bantu knots and Afro kinks with wisdom twisted to eternity, Negress. Oh high priestess Negress, you created man From your image Negress- Only you yourself, could put the son of man First; only taking but a bone in return. Skin as brute black, and onyx as the very cosmos Everything in you, surrounds Everything around us. Yea, I know you too, great Negress.   So again I say, Oh Negro: Old Negro, young Negro. Yellow Negro, black Negro. I’m Negro, I am Negro.

In the midst of mine own catastrophe, You were never mine: To have. To hold. To love. The crestfallen ash of years fizzled and faded; Falling to the ground around me. And somewhere deep within the recesses of my mind, You stand: Too alone. Too afraid. Too silent. And I asked God, why is it raining?

I'm sorry that I can't be your superhero. I was never made to save the day.

And, I just want to be someone's favorite.

I come to you this evening, again in rage. Watch over me as Ursa Major, Watches over it's minor. Fight for me, as any hungry warrior. I'll close my eyes, but be my sight; As any refracted light. And illuminate the skies as any constellation.

Why do we Do these things, And then fall apart

It is raining this evening,  and I wish I had some  type of drunken rant  that I could give to you.  Or I wish that I could be  high off of some unknown  substance, but the truth is; I love you and I am afraid of what I will be if you’re no longer here.   The only thing that I can do on a rainy evening like  this is show you the truth in my being, and beg  you to please just stay alive.  You matter more to me and the rest of the world, than  the final hour of dankened darkness that you’re willing to end.  And there is nothing you can do to erase who you are, and what you mean to me. And, I without a doubt, can not begin to imagine where you are within the quest of your mind to find yourself. But I am here. And I can be here, to help you find the person you want to be. Or I can be your light, and the end of that journey. And I am here to be whatever it is that you want me to be. And you matter, And you matter. And, you, matter.

God took the best things in this world, with all of the stars, and all of the light and all of the good, and made you.

Tonight, I let go. And for once, I felt at peace with myself. Tonight, I let go. And it was then, that it made a world of difference.

And I am mesmerized by the stormy grey, of the color in your eyes. Now I realize why I'm so happy when,  massive clouds come to cover the sky.