I'm lost
in a maze of
unascertained phobia
Young sistahs
why do you
Up ROOT
Your natural beauty
For European
STAND ards?
You manipulate your throat
With a finger
After a meager dinner
To mimic the anorexic blonde
On the cover of Vogue
Your skin is of decadent chocolate
My brotha, my brotha
From Gods to Niggahs
From golden staffs to triggers
From Queens to Hoes
From royalty to
Baby Mama, Baby Daddy
Lace hip hop with subliminal drugs
Give phony poets a record deal
Ah! Dead Poets Society!
You've taken Nefatari
You've brainwashed Nefertiti
Dresses them in thongs
And humiliate them in videos
Royalty, royalty
African man feels sad
Race cards, black lives
Haggard faces
Young lives
S. P. L. A. T. T. E. R. E. D
The day we defined
Our natural beauty
By
YOU ROPE EAN
STAND ards
YOU ARE READING
THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird 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...
