Beautiful Black Boy As I watch you sleep, I wish the world could see what I see. The shimmery copper tone of your eyelids set against the glimmer of gold in you're skin tone. And yes it may be said that I'm more than a little bias, as you are my nephew. But by God it is not sentiment that makes your lashes so dark and you're teeth so white. It's not love that made you're skin so even, not a single spot nor the slightest trace of acne. Just clear brown skin with gold undertones that brightens up your face without interference or assistance. It sometimes catches me off guard what a beautiful black boy you are. For centuries they have ridiculed you, laughed at your fuller lips and nappy hair. But such insults shy away, whither and die away when they come up against such statue, such grace and such undeniable beauty. Tell me, have you seen how handsome a black boy can be with a fresh cut and shape up?
I'm Lost Can somebody help me? You see I'm lost. I set out on a path to literally success but somehow went of course. The longer I continue down this path, the further away I am from my goal. I keep trying to score, I aim and shoot - but I only ever hit the post. Can somebody help me? Unfortunately I'm a bit lost. Quiet whispers make wild claims of discrimination. But I strongly doubt that, I've just never been good with direction. Can somebody help me? I'm a bit lost. All day long I advise on matters of vanity. When all I really want to do is challenge misconceptions regarding my reality. Can somebody please help me? I'm now quite lost. Too long are my days and too short are my nights. So when is there time for my passion to ignite? I've joined a community whose creativity is contiguous. I write with fervour, as though one suffering with a deadly fever. I'm now infectious.
Had I Known They say hindsight is 20/20. And had I known, I might have avoided you completely. A movie buff, with a particular fondness for a deeply moral core. I learned so much of myself and of the world and still I regret entering that door. A kindred spirit, we were tied together by our values; I was in awe of your astonishing sense of integrity. So cynical of the world, I would never have believed that I would be a victim of my own naivety. But still there is always more to learn. And nine more fingers to always burn.