I'm Blacker Than Most Men's Shadows
The absolute design that defines me,
and yet in the mist of the night no one hears my screams.
Yet the dark tone skin could never find me,
but yet my yelps of breathe could never shape me.
See I feared those scars on my inter lower back,
that crippled curved spine wrapped in flesh that holds me.
Those tall men could never understand me,
yet the shines of the lights cracking through
the darkness could stretch further than any man could ever grow.
I fear the shadows because there's no truth,
yet my flames were just too weak to understand the shame of my kin.
The torture that lies within,
as I choke on my sins,
those deadly evil things.
A creature let lose on flames,
the wild instincts consume from within,
but fear not because I am pure light and it doesn't burn me.
The inter dialectic theory that shakes my bones, it kinda excites me.
I'm often awake to life's miscible things.
A black child with deep wounds, stripped of his entire innocent's
and yet he wasn't giving a name from the beginning.
So he was name shameless, something unloved by creation.
Yet I whispered to myself, am I so bad that I can't even be loved?
I'm a creature of habit; I desire the most of things;
yet I just wonder why things don't notice me?
Blacker than the most blackouts or
darken corners with no smiles or whiten teeth shown.
I was the phases of all misplaced things,
a scary dream they use to call me.
Yet my purpose was mostly held on lightning the sky,
stars brighter than hollow shaped moons or
the glares of blinding light shooting from snowy avalanches.
Darker than most men's shadows,
but I was more beautiful than any white rose petals.
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Mafi Grey
I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet
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