Reflections

So…

What do you see

When you look at me

Why does my visage

Cause

So much despair

Is it my cocoa brown skin

My kinky hair

Do you think it causes

Tangled thoughts

That leaves your stomach in knots

What makes me suspicious

When i am just walking and loving

Or enjoying myself

Laughing and Talking

Why is it 

That it’s normal for you

To do the same shit

I got to be combative

But you are just assertive

I am rude

But you are just blunt

I got to have a gun

To kill

But your AK is for the hunt

up in the hills

I must be a crook

So that you can be a savior

I really don’t

Dig your flavor

So…

What do you really see

when you see me

My true essence

or a reflection of you.