I wake up naked
Wearing only him scent
Him put him clouds in my coffee.
Black. No sugar.
Him is plenty sweet for me.
But. I am not a caffeine drinker… 260 more words
I stumbled upon a story about a Southern Baptist Pastor who changed his views on homosexuality. The title said that he changed his views on homosexuality, because his son came out, but when you read the article this wasn’t the case. 883 more words
Overburden. One last time.
Heavy eyes for the third son rise like light black sunrise does in the morning of my nighttime dreams with their here-nor-there-themes; in trapped thoughts and all that black talk middle-children like I-and-I so often caught like a chest cold that had to be untaught by a long list of nigger lovers after spending decades getting headfucked by those untitled black brothers (who shall remain nameless) and their blame (which shall remain blameless). 411 more words