Your sobs are like thunderstorms
Ripping the fabric of the skies…
They left your spirit broken
While taking away the pride
That you guarded so firmly
Against vile devilish men
Now your body lies here […]
It is a thing of beauty to uphold the pride like a pack of lions,
It is a crime to be praised for sharing the same amount of might.
The perception of the ugliness of the melanin is the crime we commit.
This Attitude would breeze past the interlude of the weather, this is not a perfect theme park to let the tempers flare, but the sounds of love songs serenade our hearts. Time is our theme song, when I’m holding […]