Untitled (How Does It Feel?)

My affection aches for what never was,
A moment in time, forever set on repeat.
Your skin was so soft,
beneath my weight.
Your freckles danced,
with each movement of your face.
What did I fear?
Why was I scared?
I loved you.
I liked you.
I knew you.
I was you.
Mine eyes reflected yours,
in a gaze of pure innocence.
I had nothing to abhor,
for that I am sure.
You gave me your all,
you wanted my hand.
I need you know,
I needed you then.
Your scent was that of the ocean,
a wonderful elixir of pungent salt,
nice and fresh.
Passion in your eyes,
so brazen, so bold.
You are so beautiful.
You were so serene.
I need you now.
I needed you then
My carcass betrayed me.
It absconded me from you.
I can not take back,
the actions I took.
I want to retract the things that I said.
A break in time,
destined for enchantment,
lifted from me,
by my own apprehension.

Lunch Alone

This year is the first year since seventh grade (5 years), that I've been eating lunch by myself. It sucks sometimes, but at least I get to eat as messy as I want without random stares! Or are they staring at me either way because I've become the freak that eats lunch alone??? Hmm......

Munch, munch,
Bite, bite,
Chew, chew.
Swallow,
repeat.
Nothing in between.
Staring at the blood brick wall.
Picking up the intricate detail.
Realizing the pointed  precision.
A trait that you would fail to perceive, if pale white skin, dirty blond hair, or dark green eyes were reflecting yours.
You pick through the greens, reds, and purple flecks on your plate.
You put more thoughts into motions, for fear of losing some of the normalcy you may still contain.
Only a freak sits by herself.
A plague to be avoided,
is that what I became?
Voices surround you, none of them yours.
Voices surround you, they don't want you to be heard. 
Pangs of jealousy for those with friends,
Pangs of heartache, for your solitude will never end.  
Life of a loner, 
Isolated,
Content.
For I'd rather eat lunch alone for the rest of all time,
If it means avoiding meaningless chats and pointless rhymes.

Injustice

There was this boy,
A real good boy, he caused no trouble,
But then he fell, he fell so hard,
So hard in love,
And there were these boys, these real bad boys,
They felt so jealous,
For she was, a very fine girl, yes a very fine girl,
So they conceived a bad idea,
An awful idea,
So, as he worked out, trying to better his health,
These boys, these terrible boys,
Dropped a weight on his head, 
And there, yes there he lay, defenseless and dead,
They tucked him away, to be found on another day,
And those boys, those horrible boys,
Walked away, far away,
To a light a glorious light,
That poor Kendrick Johnson, would never see again.
And those boys, those terrible boys, they got off
Because they had skin, very pale skin.
Does this sound familiar? Because it should,
For there was a boy, a very dark boy named Emmett Till,
And he whistled,
at a woman, a very white woman,
He didn't know that in the south he would be killed,
For telling a woman, a very fine woman,
How fine she was.
You know the story, so I won't repeat, for it's just too sad,
But those men, you know those men, 
That killed Emmett Till,
They got off, with no charge, no charge at all,
There'll be no justice, no justice at all for these young men,
Their bodies, will begin to rot,
Flies will have a meal,
Oh the smell,
No prom, no prom for them,
No not at all,
So the prejudice, we thought was gone, oh so far gone,
Is here and here to stay, until we bring,
Kendrick Johnson's killers, to the light, the very bright light,
Because the boy, that very young boy's death,
Was not accidental, no not that,
No not at all.......