Once

Once I thought I saw the sky tumble over
Fathom after fathom
It tore me open
Then I removed my shades
Bright/Florescent
And I knew then that the sky
Had simply died

"Black"

Tasting of this bitter and pain
Only a little but still,still
Sorrow of ignorance and misunderstanding
Why can't they see me?
Any other pin cushion point
I can take it; laugh off
Except for this
This thing I cannot control
"Black" is what they see
But hold up the pigments
The graphs of flesh laid by God
And they would see that color
Fades if one only looks
If one actually sees
It's something tangled and messy and
Rotten "black" to the core
This problem of corrupt collected cultures
Something I can't make poetic or
Find the painful irony in
Something the laughter over
Thin sorrow can't fill
I am the alien among sojourners
By wicked minds making me unclean
My own mind suffocating and constricting me 
Making me dirt "black"
My anger like the rolling pitch
Dark tides at midnight's toll
I am a hurricane of civil unrest
Stripped of my humanity by
Soft- minded words
Misdirected, fired at will
Without any real thought
I am the unwanted of the unwanted
Because they call me "black"
Though that is not my name or place
Please just fucking look at me for once
Society, self, social scene
Fucking look, look, look, look
See me won't you for once
Without the tint of sin; corrupt