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His And Her Pain

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She said that she would rather be dragged through the mud than fall in love, Would rather have broken bones and a broken skull than lose her mind over a lover, I told her it's about patience, don't worry girl you'll find the one, She said she had found the one, one two many times, Spent one too many nights with her heart aching, her soul shaken, and her body bruised, She told me that she had given up more then she wanted to, Told me about when she was carrying her developing offspring within her body, how he kicked her womb Till she heard her unborn's heartbeat fade away,  That was her one true love a dead bruised fetus, who from dust came and to dust did her love return,  I told her to believe, that her tears shall one day turn to tears of joy,  She told me of the cold nights she spent with rope in hand, how she was never afraid to leave this world,  She never understood why the sun had chosen to shine on others, while she got hailstorm ...
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Black Man Syndrome

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The bounce in my step rendered me an outcast  The insufficient length of my hair amplified the contrast  and the clothes i wear make your skin crawl. See i wasnt like them,  and frankly it didnt bother me, Oblivion is where i lived,  however my indiffrence and nonchalance seemed to only irritate them  Not only was i different but i seemed to be content. So they took it upon themselves to destroy me  Impose societal rules that would entrap me,  Laws that would inhibit me and Norms that would justify them hating me  They slowly,stripped the essence of me off me. My dignity.  Filled me with so much self hatred I started to hate all those who resembled me.  Which bred jealousy  and I was filled with envy every single time I saw one of my brothers succeed.  Fueled by greed, I stooped to unimaginable lows in quest for my success.  Corruption too, now feeds the beast that is n...
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A Hole

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i dug myself a hole with no easy way to escape.   i don't have the shovel down here with me  and i don't know how to get out.  the thing is that there are people above ground  who know i'm around/alive but don't know that i'm in a hole. i want to call out but when i try  (or at least mean to)  the words vibrate up my throat  and by the time they're meant to leave my lips,  they mask themselves as deep sighs, or change to the automated response of "i'm okay" or go silent. and i sit here,  in the hole,  and it rains more often than not  and there's mud and things crawling out and my skin is cold and numb,  and i pluck at myself,  hoping that physical pain reawakens the part that has died inside of me  and i've become so afraid of disturbing other people's lives and i've convinced myself that i deserve this  and i will let this hole consume me. ...
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