Black crown
A tornado cast out of god’s paintbrush..
Whipping winds and the concepts of colors..
Pain.. Pride..
And chocolate all dancing under an African king’s hat.
Rainbows spin until.. They create my skin..
Swirling powdered pigments of dirt.. And rain.. And blood..
Man of sweet mud.
A canvas.. Branches of bitter limp fruit..
Punished for being the only color the blind knows..
The night’s knight caged in yawn of day light..
Running from the jaws of white.. Day..
Reaching night over past lives..
Heaven’s portraits.. Rotating in the minds..
Thick.. With heavy souls.. That drag like..
Plump lazy tongues.
Tongues of broken words and shattered restraints.
Free freee! Sings.. Screams in bubbles.. Eradicate the incubators of shame.
In a dream.. Look around.. All the faces.. Beautiful..
All black and chrome.. Like polished purple plum hulls.
Wearing their thick.. Sultry souls in their eyes and mouth.
Born beaten ..walking with worn.. Limps of prestige..
Dark and cool like space..
A temple.. A triangle..
A pyramid haloed by an elegant ring of night..
Bruised.. Beautiful has beens..
The cinderellas of a species..
The black crowns..
Glowing through the veil.. revealed.
neptoonjune
(winged onyx buzzes byeeeee)....outtie
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