" CRIMES OF A DARKENED SOUL "

I'm a sinner who dares, and as such I share
Decadence you may not expect
Evil animation, upwind urination
None, by my own elect
Yet as I compare, my sins and affairs
A Mulatto's state of mind
I must confess, I am divided by stress
For I cannot comprehend,
My own uncontested crimes...

Is there hate behind this, some moralistic judgment
Where my soul dares to dwell
Mixing in two colors, colors cast as blue
Painting a paranormal hell
Vain hopes are cropped, all bragging stopped
Both are silenced and mute
For I have become the gardener's pond scum
A two-faced wishing well of ill-repute...

Where whores and witches, fulfilling dark wishes
Or grace, for you, too tender
I pray to persevere, through these "the dark years"
And sucking my thumb, a portent to surrender
Else then my grace, cease to be grace
For the color of my skin's a lie
And sinners without race, have nothing to trade
When considering the politics of life...

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)