fragments

You only call when you want to vent

A shoulder to cry on

To your heart's content

What’s the point of it all

If I have no one to share it with?

What’s the point of it all

If happiness is just a myth?

We will be ourselves and free or die in the attempt

Just because it’s the 21st century does not make us exempt

Embrace who you are, the parts that make you 100%

And you will see that it is for an exemplary fate

That you were meant.

The one that’s God-sent.

The scent of true acceptance lies

Within the discrimination and tribulation that roused your cries

And the understanding of this will help you soon realize

Why it was you that for so long the world had no justification to despise

I despise that I shut my eyes

To the foolish guise

Of the “white wise”

I’m heterosexual

I mean an intellectual

Well actually I’m both

And I’m black too.