Close to you

In my skin they hate high and low.
Sometimes i refuse to connect.
Not for fear of personal hurt
But i know how that goes…
I was one of those trusting niggas
sold on them boats.
Stripped past sanity;
fuck my robes.
Bucked up,
Lucked up,
found new roles…
But niggas will take everything
even goals.
I gave grain,
cotton, casaba,
a thousand goats.
But for less than that,
they’d slit my throat.
Imagine your passion
is all that holds,
the remnants of now,
your missing soul.
Color
Paint
Words
Love…
I give you what i got from God.
That, “that,” that keeps me still alive.
That portal opened in my mind.
The message hidden deep inside.
That something; always insufficient.
I don’t lack confidence;
Nor vainly miss it.
I understand the lay of land,
my soul should visit.
Thank you for having me;
those who listened.

~~ Ray Aquarius