I have a dream...
that i wont be alone
someone will hold me
their arms will be my home
i have a dream
that i will soon belong
tha every work he speaks
to me will be a song
i have a dream
that together we will be
no one is between us
it will be him and me
dreams are made to help you
make it through the night
the darkness that is endless
will gleam a bit of light
but at the end of every night
the hope of dusk awakes
reality sets in
sheds light on your mistakes
i know i am alone
alone ill always be
so its okay to dream
of imaginary him and me
forgotten.
I am a tree
A strong tall palm tree
A slight curve to my trunk
Beautiful, large leaves fanning from my body
I am on an island.
Alone, the only tree
Risen from hot white sand
Surrounded by cool blue waves
Many come to me
Voyagers tired from sea
I attract them with my leaves
Cool shade cool breeze
I nurture them
Providing what they need
I take the hot sun on my shoulders
So they don't have to
I share with them the fruit I have
Drip water from my leaves
Fan them protect them
And I relish the feeling
But a hurricane has come
No one comes to visit me now
No one venures the waters in a storm
Why would I expect them to come
To take care of me
To protect me from the winds
To keep me strong
So that I am not uprooted and thrown to sea
I am used to this
forgotten
Im okay, Ill be fine
My base is strong, my roots deep
I don't need anyone.
Right?
I can support myself
Ill be okay like I always am
Everything and nothing
Who am I?
No one really knows.
I am raceless, ambiguous.
Placeless, without a culture.
People think I'm everything.
My caramel skin and chestnut eyes belonging to everywhere.
Indian? Hebrew? Nigerian? Cuban? Brazilian? Fijian? First Nations? Polynesian? Persian?
And on and on and on.
Little do they know I'm an oreo
Black, white
Guyanese, Spanish, English
Thats it
People are quick to call me black.
I am not black.
I am half black.
If people can call me black than they should be able to call me white.
They never call me white.
My blackness taints me.
Black people don't want me
I am to light
White people dont want me
I am too dark
Where do I fit in in society
I never knew.
My mother is white.
People used to ask if I was adopted
I am not adopted, I am half white
So difficult for people to understand
I don't know who I am
Where I stand
I am not black
Or white
I am a mutt
A mix
A mulatto
There are none like me around me
I have no culture because I am something different.
Something new.
Something many have never seen before.
Can I touch your hair?
Is it natural
How is your skin so tan
Where are you from
Who am I?
No one really knows unplacable. pSomellllllblBlhite, orea
Starcrossed (a story made by pictures)
We Are Far Apart
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Spider
Staring at it I feel my heart pop,
My stubborn feet stop,
My useless jaw drops.
There it lies I thought that it'd been removed.
It sits there unmoved,
Nothings been proved.
Looking up to me it stares with its eyes,
I feel hypnotized,
But then I realize
That it is just a dead thing on the window sill.
Been lying there still.
Just dead kill.
Walking up to it it suddenly revives,
The things got nine lives!
I break out in hives.
I slowly back away as it creeps closer,
Fangs drawn, its over,
I have no closure.
One in a Billion
Looking at the beach I see a thousand grains of sand,
A single grain of sand is but a worthless piece of dust,
Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, as it sits there on your hand.
It slips through your fingers and is picked up by a gust.
Looking at the sky I see a million sparkling stars,
A single sparkling star is but a worthless ball of gas.
Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, as you gaze at it afar,
But you quickly lose sight of it in the twinkling mass.
Looking at the world I see a billion living humans,
A single human being is but a worthless mass of flesh.
Without a purpose, it's deemed worthless, mixed up in an illusion,
But a single human being has the chance to change the rest.