There, their, they're...

Its a beautiful thing,
black love
Because they're love
They connected their souls
The god body within,
created perfection
in the image of their love.
Yet in the eyes of their love
there was/is pain,
there are/were regrets,
there were/are obstacles,
and theirs is full of trials,
to their triumphs,
there were times of joys,
Days where their elaborate patterns of speech and dance,
Had them lost in the turns, tricks & dips
of their loves dance
there was a seduction,
in their love
there was/is a solace,
a peace
an at home feeling in their love cause
there love is home
even in their divided homes,
there is celebration,
there is gratitude,
there is a shoulder to lean on,
until there isn't a leg to stand on and
All that comes out is the anger
in their words ,
there is fury.
And sometimes there are blows,
to pride,
to hearts,
to egos
To mines
and to faces
from hands that once held that face to their face and softly whispered "I love you"
and they did,
even when they loved rough,
Their love was intense
cause their love is/was/is tough,
to be in
When there comes a point
where their love is not enough
or
their love becomes just too much
for their love to handle.
-j sans chez
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allowances

Dear Mr. & Mrs. white America

you're gonna half to make an exception

in case you haven't noticed

i'm black

yes 

despite the well groomed exterior

and articulation of intelligent thought

this young woman

is black

and proud

and loud about it

because if i don't scream it from the roof tops every chance i get

you may just forget 

and try to tuck me away in a cubicle somewhere

giving a hard time to the "other darkies"

the ones "not like me"

you know the pants sagging, baby-mama havin',  always bragging they have some new new new sh*t, can't hold down a job, no more than a case number ni**as

the ones  you say i'm nothing like

but are ready to group me with because my afro draws more attention them my a** in a well tailored pants suit. 

so excuse me from the group

i get a pass

I am allowed to be angry

because being black comes with that privledge/right?

cause the world has done us so wrong for so long

and its been too long since we stood strong

and stood our ground

but when we do we get shot down

no ribbons in the skies for our loves or lives

just another sunset into sunrise

so it should be no surprise 

when the sh*t hits the fan

cause the revolution will NOT be televised

and it's already began.

-peace-