INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

Gather around, take a knee, listen and hear, My stories of sorrow, and our own trail of tears. What is it they don't get I wonder? What is it they can't understand? That all lives do matter, but yet they don't for a black man. How do I appropriately display my black anger, in a way that doesn't breed hate? How can I adequately portray my frustration, in a way that the majority can relate? How could they even begin to understand, the life lived in just one day? To wake up so mad at the world, and yet have to put that anger away. Go to work Black man, put on your suit and your tie, Smile in the face of the white man, be respectful, be polite. All while hiding the anger inside, wondering if you're sacrificing your pride. Because you know that doing things right,  doesn't really matter, you're still likely to die Take a knee young man, listen to my tales, Of being black in a world, systematically set for you to fail. What could I possibly say, t

The air was cool and the sky grey as he made his way through the streets of the city heading back home. There were children out playing and parents observing, friends on street corners laughing and joking, and couples standing in line to get into the newest restaurant on the block. He walked passed them all quietly, headphones on, blocking out the noise of the day. His routine was one of familiarity, yet everyday he enjoyed it with a sad peacefulness to it. This was the closest he would get to feeling like a part of something, the few minutes he had on the street amongst the world. A stranger smiles at him and nods, the kind act of an unknown perks him up, if only for a moment. He enters his stone brick apartment building, rides up the elevator, and enters his apartment. There is no welcome home, nobody there waiting to ask him how his day was. Nobody to listen to a silly story that happened at work or to hug and hold and simply be silent with. He stared out his window and watched

I think I found One, I think I found the One, But when you solve that problem there's plenty more that come. Cause what about them other girls, what about the other one's? The one's that be asking questions but the answer never comes? Like "what are we? Do we go together? Are we more than friends" How do you tell them that what you had has to come to end? You been sexing but they been trying to make love to your soul, But it's too deep for them to reach and that water way too cold. But this other girl she able to swim  muchdeeper then them, She got past all your guards and she jumped over that fence, And she's been knocking down the walls you built due to other broads And with her love and laugh she managed to get rid of them all, She took away the pain, she blew away the rain, Brought sunshine back into your life, and chased the clouds away. But these "situationships" that I've allowed my self to build, With these other gir

The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder, telling myself it's over... Summer time is over, and only having her some of the time, I need that to be over, I think I should be closer, she wants me to move closer, so maybe I can come over, I just want time to hold her, lay her head on my shoulder, let her know what it's like to fall in love with a soldier. I'm a confident man, I know who I am, but her eyes always make me weak, Should I change who I am, just to hold her hand, or do I just go on being me? What do you mean? I mean what do you mean? You mean continue being mean? Savage lifestyle in these streets being catered by women that you know you don't even need? I mean that's what they expect you to be, expectations you can't seem to exceed, Because you pretend that you don't wanna stop, but there's so much more that you really need. They say fake it until you make it, well we can't afford to fake it, and I don't

Two grown men in their thirties at the bar having a drink, They both sip in silence, taking their time to think. Cause they haven't spoke in so long that they don't wanna speak wrong, So they take the time to reminisce, but they also move on. It's important to comment on the more current topics, Like why they both still single and they both haven't stopped it, The games, the lies, the mornings, the nights, The one's that got played when players doing it right. What about old girl that you used to really like? What happened to her I remember you was chatting with her every night? We were, we are, we was, I mean you know how we does, I mean you know about us, I mean you know about love. One minute you fucking, the next minute you fucked. Especially when there ain't any level of trust. And plus, shorty got kids and I ain't ready for that role, Some step dad, no I ain't ready for that though. So I had to step yo, cause I a