#whyllc

Do you believe it would ever stop if we went there?

I love you just the way you are—I see you, I hear you.

It takes a foundation without a flood to find the motive to watch as the set-in-stone mountains try to be moved by your greatest yero. A pinnacle of thought racing, only to see the finish line is too far for your parish throat. Quit now and lose all you have worked for, as the critic laughs at you. Never knowing you had more than you can bare. They set your ladder so high, that you couldn't have pride.... the pride to know if you let everyone down you will feel defeated. But what about the pride of knowing you matter too?

The look with eyes milder than the sky. The manner in which her heart folds itself into a paper bird. There is no poetry for this. It's how she recites my name like she's summoning the gentlest tempest inside my chest. I never realized somebody could suffocate me by taking a look at me if, by some stroke of good luck, she knew she was the sea. If her adoration was to, at any point, bite the dust, it would be the last evening. Picture standing by the entire year waiting for snow and awakening to little to no snow, and it dissolves away. I love how she influences me. Regardless of whether I was trying to say bye, my heart cadence plays like a drum. It's how she gazes at me like I'm the principal at nightfall; I could kiss her in a garden filled with heartbeats and wouldn't even consider stopping. We realize the world is loaded with things. However, there is nothing similar to her! She is all the meanders and all the desires. I need to move my ribs to hold this feeling of security! My indisputable favorite since you're genuinely characterized. I could not say something similar for each previous experience, yet your affection is the domain of this incomplete cure I'm drinking through. My antidote, forever liquifying, you deserve the crown…

We will know when black lives matter to black people, the moment we start sincerely complimenting each other and congratulating each other accomplishments no matter how big or small. The moment we value our dollar enough to keep the majority of currency circulating in our communities, that moment we don't turn our cheek because the neighbour's kid is doing wrong, the moment when our black bishops and pastors get from behind the pulpits and take God word to the hood. We are waiting on corporate America to agree that black lives matter and they only care about black dollars. You black and you proud show me your life matters, kill your bad habits, not the bad man next to you, change your own black life first, cause if it's not really in your heart and black lives matter to you is just a free t-shirt or the next popular cliche to you, you'll never be a true voice to help jumpstart a transition.