Love not for the colour of our skin but for the beauty laying deep within and judge not by the 'Colour Of Skin'

Love me not by the colour of my skin
but for the beauty that lies deep within
for to discriminate is a sin
don’t let hatered take over and win
to your beautiful rose that is a thorn
naked as the day one was born
to never fall into the trap of darkness you had sworn
but now that you have, you are the night consuming our dawn
remember my tear?
to help me forget to remember I consume beers
but the single tear, my muscara it still smears
your words, your comments, your stares, your glairs, my most  destructive fears
even behind closed doors, the father, still he hears
love, you need to make a change as the day of judgement nears
I love thee not by the colour of thy skin
I love thee for the colour of thy skin
I love thee despite your colour not being the colour of my skin
I begin to know you and love you for the person you are deep deep within
I pay no attention to in the past where you have been
so don’t see me for the pigment of my skin
don’t claim you hate me based on my past and where I have been
but most importantly don’t judge me for the colour of my skin

They find pleasure in seeing you tear apart, they live to see you suffer, they feed off your pain- so be careful who you share it all with- 'my worry for his pain'

Worry has seeped through the cracks that the destruction of adoration, freedom and contentment left behind; and I am here, left alone to face it all with no-one to turn to for support. No-one to confirm the safety of my love. Only the existence of those who decide it is their duty to determine if I do indeed love this angel or not, they run their mouths without the knowledge of anything we have been through, yet they claim they know it all and continue to state that it cannot be love. But the fact is they don’t even correctly know the duration of our life together so far. There are just something’s that are no-body’s business; something’s that no soul needs to neither know neither hear nor read about. Something’s are just mine- sharing isn’t always caring, sometimes it subjects you to get wounded by the bullets of all their mouths and killed by the artilleries of their actions.

They often secrete behind a facet nothing like theirs, you trust them; and that’s when they will strike you to the utmost power within them, in your time of need. It’s all happening to me. I am still unaware of the condition my love lies in. I can only hope he is safe, free from harm and no evil will ever come of him. I have yet to hear his state. The worry is consuming my every breath- soon there shall be no breath left untouched by this gut wrenching  feeling,  when that occurs matters shall be taken into the hands of only love.

I know how it feels because I have been through it all at such a young and early age don't let that be you next, this was 'my promise'

He told me to apologise. I promised. So I did. But the question remains...
why should I apologise for something that wasn’t of my own fault; something I was driven to do?
If you were greeted with a knife how would you react? I wasn’t. If you are constantly being verbally abused by the ones you thought ‘loved’ you, then what? It’s happened. If you are approached in an ill manner and stripped of your human rights; would you just sit there and shut your mouth? I didn’t.
What if you then apologise for not knowing what you are apologising for? I can make since of it. How could someone strip you of your freedom all together? I don’t know.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep without knowing the reason behind your rainfall? Before you ask, the answer is all the time. Sometimes things get a little too much to handle and that’s okay. Sometimes we can’t handle the hardship alone, which is fine. Sometimes we laugh. Sometimes we cry. Sometimes we just don’t care. Sometimes we see but refuse to gaze let alone stare. And that is fine. Sometimes it’s a case of what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine? Thoughts, feelings and whatever else located on your mind. Sometimes that isn’t the case sometimes the pain and wounds are just scars that you want to hide. And that is okay. What isn’t okay is missing the night for its previous day, knowing you took it for granted, wishing you could go back because at that point you begin to want what you can’t have. Don’t let the weight of the world rest on your shoulders for too long because it will become heavier. I did. I ended up apologising for not knowing why I was apologising don’t let yourself fall into the same trap.