you are an synchronized lluaby. An rhythmic elation of existence and I can't refuse your presence. So I listen to you when you, hear your soul anglicized in your melanin tuxedo, moving gracefully unbothered. .and you sound beautiful. .unlike these other beings. . I can feel you when you are miles away, like skipping stones on marble floors polished in golden age. You are divine. You are the painted eyelids in answered prayers and neither one of us are unsinful, so when have you spoken to gates?. Imagine, seeing an angel wrap it's arms around 16 Egyptian gods and order them to bond. Sink their hands into one another and softly needle every perfection they individually felt made them and out came. . you. They named it, You. The silk truth on egyptian cotton wind free micrograin in an hour glass, You my love are timeless. Don't hesitate to show it, disregard their disbelief in you because they don't like the truth. Bare witness to the Lord's right hand like history to facts, you can't expect them to notice you. Your Black is angelic. Your Black is Divine. That Black is so enticing, they hate when it isn't watered down. So brew young bean...flourish in your darkest hour and cast the widest shadow. Untuck your wings and let your lluaby sing,