Even After My Last Breath

Hum me hymn and lull me to sleep,
When I am awake, I cannot breath,
I choke and cough at the obnoxious,
I've run out of sense and patience,
I run to my own grave

The rot in the open I weep for thee,
Pretense unfair to the young and meek,
A soul cries so does it weep,
For the young infestation by weeds,
My heart I send out to them.

I am no angel, probably a god,
After my last breath, they'll leave me for the dogs,
Brave I'll rest but ugly as hog,
Proud, not pretentious as tough as rock,
Believe me now, before am gone.

My ghosts will roam in search of a soul,
Behind the shadows your heart will stop,
Kid me or not, you name I'll call,
In the midst of a shadow-less night,
Just to finish what we started.

I come in peace waving a black flag,
The irony so clean, your heart stuffed in my bag,
I'll hum you a song to send you to sleep,
To the world they all fear I'll go with you,
You will never wake to the ghost of my past.

A special dedication to every couple that are rich in love.
Love her/him even after death.

The Kink in my Hair is Black

She sized me, more like a pile of trash,
I felt diminished, more of crushed,
But he grabbed me, I think I blushed,
Either way, I wanted to dash,
Run from the hands of an impostor.

She said, use the cream you'll look better,
Your hair looks almost sweet but just bitter,
Look more like her and the origin just filter,
If you try this look, your days will be brighter,
Me was not enough for them.

A Beyonce or a Rhianna is what they were to create of me,
In a world of democracy I could not once feel free,
Drowned in discomfort to be devoured by the whales of the sea,
My voice trailed to silence and I wanted to flea,
To a world I would be visible and audible.

You can't fit for cover page just yet,
Something about standards I'd not met,
My mirror however had contrary aims to set,
Each day I looked forward to seeing my pet,
Snuggle he fur and feel a sense of comfort.

Enough can only be taken in by sponge,
I decided no one could straighten the kink in my hair,
My bulbous nose was an accessory of my black skin,
My wide eyes a perfect fit for my big heart.
Conformable in my skin, I walked out of the closet,
The light was eye damaging but I stood out like a third nipple.
Magic only took embracing me comfortably

Born in the Wrong Planet

As I walked beneath the dim moonlit subway, my third voice was a consolation. It kept saying, fear not, for you are a super natural.The gleam of hope that pushed me a stride forward gave me the confidence that I'd make it to dawn alive. I had heard of the lions, the hyenas and the inhumane but still my heart beat to the rhythm of a warrior. My voice had always been a whisper, ignored and let to pass by with the wind. The rustle in the bushes and the whistles in the wind sucked up in the cloud of oblivious as my mind body and soul soaked in the engraved thoughts of my past, present and future. The world was not homely enough but the after life didn't have much to offer either. I roamed the secret paths for fear of being devoured on the streets. A perfect disguise is what my whole life was about. Too many masks made is so easy to fit in so many places but a perfect fit did not mean perfect comfort. I gathered courage enough to one day open he window and peep outside. The stench of pretense was choking and the ridicule was heart breaking. An iceberg for a heart and a sword for a hand proved every handshake cold and every smile a perfect fake.Life is a struggle for every living body but life is a fallen star for a super natural that stands out different from the aliens in the planet of so called sanity. I only feel comfortable walking in the shadows of the rain drops. If you are different, you would understand this piece if you are not, you will be completely puzzled.