Supercede

All colors are possible of the same responsibilities and consequences...

He may not be white on the outside
But he cums
as white as they all cum

People always say it to me
They say I think so dirty

I write what I think
And I say what I write
But still
It still won't change my black man
to turn white...

No matter where i go with this pien
They will still never get to know him
So I spit metaphors that I create instinctively
With my imagination running wildly
Like the horses dragging dead corpses
and breaking free from slavery and
discerning against me
All these things I cannot change
But i think of different ways to say things
and
I am the one who is strange
It's funny to me how human kind can be
It's funny to me how unkind humans can be
It's funny to me how humans unwind
their insecurities
on others
whom they believe
they supercede...