I watch him
Fight his way through dance
Black roses pinned on his T-shirt
Folding his entire life, dumping it in a box
That very moment
Unanswered questions clouded the ceiling
One day he will fly away and never come back
This is what his eyes say
This is where his mind is
Black ego
Black roses
Black clouds upholding
Conversations on strings
A horse with no name
Allow him, let him down gently
He is a dancer finding his feet
On the feminine realm, on the sky’s free
Black eyes
Black presence
Black body withers on the kitchen floors
Trying not to kill self, but something within
Let him whisper again
Blood is ticker than water
But peace must be thicker than blood
Let him breathe, let his hand in his pockets
I hope he finds himself waiting there
Allow him to live
Allow him to escape
Allow him to become.
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