When all of this is over And by over, I mean when it starts again Because your life’s issues are often made trends, I promise to be present If not me, my pen will be To lend you more of my words; My best investment into you
Likened to the extra hour of sleep That you sacrifice five times a week To arrive at the bus stop at dawn’s break Because systems are constructed to be Destructive to beautiful butterflies like you and me, Your life, it matters
The magnitude of your captivation Stronger than the violence of silence I drown into your colored eyes to Watch your color rise, it defies gravity A sight to see Black, beautiful indeed
Dream your wildest dreams, Be what you deserve to be, love You deserve to be loved
Zealous to refine the finest of your quality All the more about you to admire Fly, flee the certain imposition of shame, Eager to familiarize itself with you I hope that the off-putting sensation of Exploring the ways in which you were Fearfully, wonderfully made, doesn’t stay for too long
You are the place where color is life You are the place where color is right May all of the kisses and hugs That you desired but haven’t quite acquired today Be yours tomorrow and always In the harbor where your memories play, May you always find that Your life matters
Artwork by Gregroire-Graphics