Love Unconditional

They say, “the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice”, I know my black is beautiful, I’m speaking nothing but truth. Tortured and battered, tossed aside like we’re junk. “The man” thinks he’s the greatest, well I think he’s a punk.

Dark on the inside, hidden by white sheets on the outside, riding into the night, trying hard to steal black pride. Let’s see, where do we begin…an enemy or a friend? Their hatred runs deep…can’t even pretend.

Caught between the crosshairs of injustice and inequality, we’ve been sitting in our own judgment and pain, how can we ever be the same? Misguided and feeling used, surrounded by hate and abuse…when you think about it all, it’s no wonder we’re confused

Thought I heard you cry, please dry the tears from your eyes. There’s a whisper from heaven…cuz true love never dies.

They say “Let go and let God”, but you’re mind’s always clogged…consumed by worry, and always filled with dread…at times that crown that we wear…feels heavy on our head.

If it weren’t for the color of my skin, would you love unconditional then? I think I have my answer now, you’re not an enemy or a friend. You’re just a narrative that’s been playing on the outer recesses of my mind…that I no longer believe and DAMN…it’s about time!