you look to be looked on
and treat to be expected to be treated
and you are the reasons people forget that color lines
divide the minds
into fragments of what we are
pieces if what we can be
i look upon you with a gaurd
I look upon you as God
but you dont see the divine workings of if we became
even if we did not end in loving arms made of burnt sienna and oil
mixed with mud to bind the root
i see it in them and i see it in you
lost in what beauty has strangled from your caboost
you have reformed to what is easiest and made a troose
to escape the noose
im sorry my pants dont sag far enough for a 401 k
i dont even sag, and i dont have the darkest skin
which at times makes me sad
left out, oreo
enter supporting actor
with the blond hair and blue eye
enter the repramming of society to want to be another guy
dressed in all skins wealth and adorned in the devils war drobe
to late is not the case, to light is more the base
to freckled,
to curley.
red bone, go home.
you aint to far from ,
ugly.
little do you know
i am right around the corner from feelin like you
in between the stage and the noose
self portrait 35 mm
