The Blackman's conundrum

As we age, we are unknown to the depths of our presence in the existence of others who aspire to one day become what we have achieved. As younger men, we are unaware of this same identity. Even as children we can not fathom the concept of balance without proper guidance. The cycle continues. Is this by design? Of course, the only thing we are privy to is our misinterpreted, misinformed perpetual devious, and miscreant behavior. Which is highly publicized in all areas of humanity. How can we combat this distorted view of our forever reality?  Has education helped with our real problem as black men? Does it serve as a bandaid to every societal injury and displacement we face? In this present time, can we collectively put our energy into any of the systemic satire of our culture?  Or will we just keep the entertainment and chattel slavery of our minds and misappropriation of our bodies in these delusions? Do we give a damn or are we doomed? 

You.

I love you,
 your style,
your smile,
 your hug,
 your lil nose like a bug.
 I love your voice,
 your hair,
 the make-up that you wear,
 but you don't thou. l love your little shoe size,
your big apple eyes.
 I love the way you moan,
 your skin tone,
your waist,
 your taste,
your little special place.
 I love how you feel,
how you make me feel.
 I love the way you don't deal
 with other men.
I love your walk,
your thighs,
 your baby fat,
 your round apple pie.
 I love your mind,
your determination,
 your concentration,
your admiration.
I love you.

Rain

One after another beautiful raindrops fall. From large to small their essence collected, their grace manifested. Different in color depends on where they land, from oceans to seas to brushes, and trees. One by one they fall individually. As I watch you twirl and tumble with openness and poise you look back at me and smile, the simple things bring all joy. I can't help but notice your raindrop frame, your almond eyes, and your wild like a mane. Lioness you are with the power to eat me alive, and the grace to complete me with hope in my eyes. Your kingship will not fail for you have fallen for me, and to see your beautiful raindrop I fell for thee.