He wants something soft
He wants to see the horizon in her blue eyes
Not the dark struggle in mine
It is the familiar look of his mother
The dark hood casting long shadows over big mama's heavy eyelids
He wants to be free from his black
To be just a man
Holding a woman
He is a deserter
But, who can blame the baby?
His every moment is so grave
He never asked to be Atlas
He just wanted to be a boy
That could grow into a man
And love a woman
And have her love him
For a hug to just be a hug
And not an escape
For a kiss to just be a kiss
Rather than an opiate to shroud melanin motivated slights
Being black already means you're guilty
Lying in milky arms
Is parole

◄ Patriot

Moon's Fault ►


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