Beauty Within the Pain

I black out like ski masks
apt to relapse at the deadly addiction to pain
Within such a sorrow vessel does Diaunte yet remain
So named by my mother like a brother to his change
And why shouldn't we.. change
Incandescent bulbs, just frames to flames
Stories rearranged, entire blocks less estranged
At the center where like winter cold could freeze apart the brain
The hurt metastasizes in violence
Weeping mothers sit in silence
Fractions lost and such a cost for co-signing a life of sirens
For the beautiful black boys and the beautiful black girls
Who to the youth the sitting truth still predicting their whole world.
Persistent against the rain, meticulous counterpain
Take the cons for all they have for there's beauty within the pain

This was a challenge from a friend so excuse me if it sounds unfinished this was a quick thought piece. Thanks for reading!