Selves

 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