#breonn

I wrote a song for Noname;

No claps, slow pain-

I’ve been fading from my brothers

for the past decade,

getting intimate with intellect;

God is in your aura.

I’ve evolved and still I bother

with this daily intake

of the toxic.

You get nauseous

as you smile in my face.

Who would I be without you...?

You’re the reason I pray.

When you speak up on your plight

somehow I spit in your face

by never truly listening

to all of the words that you say.

You give me guidance, give me answers;

You embody my faith.

You are the greatest.

I must say this; I’ve been humbled by grace.

Good grief,

this male disease has to wither away.

No, don’t be gentle in your tone,

this is life or death.

There ain’t a joke to tell;

We didn’t get to see your breath taken

yet and still I’ve been awakening

to sleep, in jest.

I’ve had the love of my life for almost five years.

A few weeks ago I realized I never listen.

God has blessed me with a genius

that I truly don’t deserve;

Thanks to her love and patience

we are still on our mission.

This is much bigger than me

or good intentions.

I pray the message clear

and words do not get twisted:

Black men spend their whole lives

battling The Man.

Please, tell me, who are you,