The Black Experience.

Story Time.

Story time, I open my eyes,

My ears, my mind, it's time

To escape, into that life,

Of the knight and his light,

Love shinin' under star-laced sky

So bright, so white that light

Showin' a boy a thing to aspire.

Some days I wished that was me

But all I could see, the dark between

The stars, a reflection of a boy

Born as something very wrong.

The stories they told, of worlds

Of gold, of love, heroes and foes,

Of all you can dream, except for me.

So I stand up I turn to leave

This story it ain't for me

So I sit under my favorite tree

Look up, behind clouds I see

A light sink through the deep

Dark sky, I close my eyes I wish

That my wish for the rest to follow

Will soon cease to exist.