the cloud rumbles and the boy smiles. the mark of Cain and Hades intersect on my back. evil runs in me but that's your view.
i'm honey to her gold, let me drip and coat you in luxurious sticky words. i'm a king and there's always room in my halls for you but you stab me like Brutus in the back so seditious.
i was beat black and blue with your words on fight night but all scars heal and isn't it the most dramatic of us who have scarred visages?
feed me Spanish sun. give me a queen from Egypt. let me die on my own Arabian sword. i'm international and a little bit multicultural but that's just a way of saying i'm black and my hair is curly. i spent time writing to the bone.
i invite you to my table above the mountains where trees abound between fountains. give me peace and a piece of parchment so i can write eloquently and keep my wits sharp like a swordsman who sharpens diligently.
slay me. they already did that by telling me about my own culture. so when you see me eating meat...just know it's a carcass.....
.....and i'm a vulture.
