Through many mirages
Our façades are camouflage
Chameleons in a
dog eat dog world
Whispering alley cats
Chasing their own tales
The mood of old school inactive
My goosebumps wild and free
Some days I don’t
Want to be bothered
And other days
I can’t tell the
Sun from the rain
In life I’m not
Where I want to be
In family I’m
The black sheep
With a torn heart
Water becomes blood
My nerves are pressurized
I’ve seen too much
Castrate my eyes
Empty my lungs
Dismantle unhealthy relationships
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
ŞiirThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
