Fear me.

Run.

Run as fast. 

Run as smooth.

Run like a cheetah in the move. 

We are a color, so deep and rich, there we sing our songs that no man can fix.

Fly.

Fly as fast.

Fly as smooth.

Fly like the dreams are grandmother blew.

We are the gender, the one that s broken, how many more days can we be soft spoken.

Love.

Love as slow.

Love as rough.

Love like the tigers punch. 

There comes a moment where we fear oblivon, when in reality it is our friend. We not need to fear it, but become it. Our worst enemy is salvation, and temptation, and the fear of becoming.