This that killeth a man . Inability to swallow pride
For its painful, it poisons the head
Afterwhich the man thinketh
Sensless and mindless , he leads
A Path full of Thorns
Until Love sees Him
Rugged and wary , face begging
Tears of suffering ignite her soul
She takes upon herself
That cross of a man , not bearing
Magnitude of weight shouldered
But the man’s bile ,full of venom
Meant to make way
For he fears the control of Love
That which runs him mad
He fears the touch of Love,for it consumes His soul with Fire , unquenchable Fire
And leaves him , begging more
At the sight of joy , his soul cringes
His body shaken to its Core
And does the same , like time went back
For the man fears Love .
Love which kills him slowly
Having to bear , knowing He cant
Knowing it will crush his chest
And grind his toungue , seal his mouth
Having to feel submisive ,drives the engine
That pumps the toxic,which rots the mind
And Corrods the body .
BEAUTIFUL BLACK CHILD
Beautiful Black Child 