Blue Eyes
I used to want blue eyes
So I could see the world like clear skies,
So when people looked at me
They would see
The purity behind my colored eyes
Behind this tried disguise.
I wanted transparency
So light and good could shine through
Like a beacon of truth.
I wanted connectivity
To be tethered together
And rise like angel sighs
But sadly, you denied.
You destroyed an individual
Made me invisible
Called me inadmissible
Took away my principle
You made me a fucking target,
Now my black skin is killable
And all sense of unity is hopeless and fictional.
But here me when I say
There is night and there is day.
And the day will come
When my people are one
When our voices will blend
And our mentality will mend
When your ignorance and influence
Will be none
We will rebuild the individual
Make love that is biblical
Laugh like its irresistible
And die
Knowing our life was livable.
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