So many emotions, so many revelations
So many girls that can’t carry a conservation
Not really feeling MLK but missin’ Malcolm X
When I die just send my ashes to my ex
And tell that white girl she finally got what her people prayed for
Tell her she’s no different from the white girl I loved before
Insecurities turn into alcohol and I turn into truth
I put pen to page like I’m about get in the booth
Meanwhile a Mexican girl talks to me like she’s worth more than my all
Now I feel like a conservative, fuck Trump but build the wall
Just leave all the tacos, guac, and hoes
Send the rest to back to a Hell only South Americans know
Yeah it sounds racist and if I was white that’d probably be the case
But what if I told you a Mexican was the last person to call me “nigger” to my face
You love to paint my people as angry, ignorant, and prejudice
Without painting yourselves as oppressors, hypocrites, and injustice
Valentine's Fall 
Not a nigger….don’t ever say that….the deepest hues of the world…in every which way beautiful if only the people know how to see and not cower down when others call names….not niggers but humans and beings of deepest colour Gods made in this world
I appreciate this comment. Thank you queen.
You are most welcome…..the world can be changed by thoughts and here it begins….
The world is gonna change but it won’t be for the good.
It must ….for good is not far from bad….bad will lead to good and that is bad’s destiny
We’ll see.
Yep…we shall see…if good dies…bad calls itself good to live….if bad leads to good…then everything lives…..
But the poetry is so beautifully penned