The Black Diamond

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As I sat waiting for a transcribe

I knew wouldn’t come

My soul became heavy

Reality won.

Erykah Badu’s

I guess I’ll see you next lifetime

Was on constant repeat

In my mind.

I don’t know what happened

Over the short time

We connected,

Was it real?

Was it fake?

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

The Four Seasons sang

And there it was

All taken away.

Why do we play this game called life

Only to think we found the meaning

But, does it truly exist

Maybe it does

Maybe it doesn’t.

I thought I found it

Then, I lost it.

I get it,

It was never mine

The Dark Side.

Eventually, I’ll be okay.

As I write our last transcribe

I know you

As much as you know I

I know where your heart resides

So, I guess I’ll see you next lifetime

We’ll meet on The Black Diamond

And, this time say, “Hello!”

Every moment,

We will not let pass us by

Pharcyde

For now,

I guess,

This is good bye

Arrogance

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We weren’t allowed to get married

So, we jumped the broom

As a sign our union.

We weren’t allowed to read

It’s okay,

We found other means

Our strengths and resilience is what you hate

Our innovation swept under the rug

You want us to be stripped of all sense of dignity and pride

You take our music

Our swag

You enhance your shape

To reflect what we always knew was great

And yet, you chastised it once before

Why should we not be arrogant?

All that we are is what you secretly idolize

Appropriation or acculturation

Pick one

You hate us for our arrogance

And wish we would tone it down

But, why?