Write All The Colors of the Rainbow away

Her chest was maroon five Adam Levined legs into levi

she couldn't sing a note like he did. 

She choked on broken bones that morning.

Her mother beget black heritage into Bantu Knots and pigs feet 

she patronize her company.

She speak omen

      or incantation.

She speak future.

Her mother beget black heritage into veins.

Her voice baritone contradiction.

Her dictation lighting bolt straighten branches

She no rap.

She no hip hop.

She no black history.

She sings sonnets all for the boy who raps like black man;

He be legacy

He be Racemusic

His timing is off, but that comes with rhythm 

He listen to Tupac or Nas not noting his mother say "turn that racket off!"

She be classical. 

She be tidalwaved onto beached whale envelop death into depth and ressurect.

Her son nomad

Always changing up. 

Forever beaching himself. 

But when it comes to her

Nothing else matters.

Colors merge into saliylic acid

          stinging them when they walk in the park holding hands palms brooding pull away,

Minds pleading always stay

             With me.

Can we wake up to rap and Adam Levine kisses?

May our children be kinky haired beauties?

                     They will think;

How can my parents create love and be so different?

And she will tell them, the answer is you.