PasopNegra

Breathe my love like it's your first time on earth You are safe now Feel free to be uncomfortable in the sepulcher for it is like home inhale don't be greedy there's a limit you know after all...you only have so much the sound of the sand ringing out like shotguns the thuds getting dimmer and lighter you hear the coons laughing at their triumph your pride trickling out like blood  your tears unshed to self-respecting to stain your face exhale your last breath for your story wont surface the truth buried in an eternity of silence take care, my love like your fiery red hatred they will burn in hell to them, you were nothing but wild game you're out of time your screams as silent as the very mimes you used to be afraid of your voice just another whisper to the howling wind I have to run along now so long my love I wish you farewell _PasopNegra    

Africanus. how do we describe the different shades of the motherland...the array of cultures and languages deeply rooted into the land. Ancestor. how do i communicate with my children if they allow greed and curiosity cloud their minds and give up their brothers and sisters without an ounce of remorse or regret. Nigger.  how do we stop our selves from flinching every time a pig whips us or even insults us, laughing at their best work of slavery. Black. how do we explain the word without it having other meanings attached to it. Us. how do i smile at such a word when you house niggers and and white washed whores smiled down at us toiling and festering in the fields under this hot sun. Kaffer. how do you accuse me of being a godless man when you mean we are nothing but dirty animals that needed to validate their humanity. Broer. how do you try and cover up your crimes to us by teaching your children to fear us while we learn to instigate that fear. .... PasopNegra

The smell hit me before she did My only escape is when I hid In my dreams In my prayers wishing to god that I don't ever smell that barley breath It intoxicated her mind Its funny how we are similar just different We both have a different definitions to our word called escape When will we both realize its enough Enough with being in a drunk state of mind Enough with just taking the bullshit excuses every morning after Enough with the lies to the outside world Enough with the marks marring your beautiful dark skin Soon there will be an escape... Hang on Enough will soon come _ PasopNegra