The Observer

Is she the damsel from fantasy books?
The one who heroic hearts arc towards?
Indeed, of faerie eye and fair-lined looks
What cold savior could she be waiting for?
Some faux hero made of dreams, just like her-
From realms of common beauty and the wiles
of class-bred temper; Parted from less learned
Folk like me whom their countenance beguiles-
Although, it seems that all our breaking dreams
In this reality reforge themselves;
Imbued now with the pain of shattered hearts,
We move forward with new convictions held.
To wit; It's not that fucking hip and cool
To play the guy who likes you like a fool

Black&White

Intrinsically tied
Original lie
to death do us part
or liberty die.
A marriage untrue
though equality tries
it gets pacified
through ignorant eye.
I'm black on my white
and white on my black side
the hierarchy is unjustified.
When the colors diffuse
and done is the day
America will turn into
shades of grey.

Bitter as an unripe fruit

She don't like complaining
She sees sunshine when its raining
Her mama says "There are certain kinds of men, the chewy kind you'll never love cuz they're too sweet for your tastebuds, the bittersweet who you want to eat but never can digest. That sour kind of black man to steal your heart right out your chest- then never let your soul to rest. And then of course your husband, as good and healthy as protein."
Protein?
The man you settle on is your mind and body's compromise"
Never fall for ebony child, that sweet dark thang with perfect smile
or one who doesn't call you back
your father, child, was just like that
you grandma married 5 different men
and stress sent her straight to God.
Love though, open up, be yourself
let a man hold you and know you
but you betta watch yourself
cuz some are honeysuckin demons
who just don't give a damn
and I have seen plenty as old as I am
and plenty women ruined for trusting the wrong man.

She, 8 years old and listening as closely as she can.