The Brightest Darkness
Is it my Charcoal Skin tone?
Or the Patois in my Lingo?
Or the reflection in the mirror with a strong libido?
That makes me not attracted to society’s evil?
Or keeps me from fitting in with all these people?
Yeah! I love y’all though we all basically equal,
Glad to say things make me a bit unusual,
Like my big luscious lips and wide open nostrils,
That could smell underground and find the oldest fossils,
I mean it’s okay to follow and be another apostle,
But I’ll stick to being me that’s my only gospel,
While you’re your own hostage living so hostile,
In a crowd of statistics who bump and jostle,
I’ll be me at peace living colossal,
-Darrion Parker
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