Graffiti and filth
Done in darkness under hoodies
Are social commentary
When created
In different skin
The urban fashions
Eclectic and bold
Colorful designs and shapes
Are runway darlings
When stitched
By different skin
The heavy beats
Rhythms and rhymes
Syncopated and staccato
Are pointed poetry
When spoken
From different skin
The party scene
Opulent and illegal
Stoned, high, and wasted
Are A-List affairs
When thrown
By different skin
The odd behaviors
Dramas and scandals
Collections bizarre and random
Are eccentricities
When affected
With different skin
The horrible crimes
Murders and thefts
Trafficking rings and drug smugglers
Are reasonably doubted
When perpetrated
By different skin
The judgments of ethics
Struggles and worth
Behind walls and on social media
Are privileged
Entitlements
Of different skin
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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