The faceless artist
Whose company is their art
Not in it for riches
Nor for fame
The grey man
Blending in to the background
As the day rushes by
With tools of words
Of colours and music
Their being
Their love of their art
So how it should be
Instead
Manufactured capatalist gains
The faceless artist
Whose company is their art
Not in it for riches
Nor for fame
The grey man
Blending in to the background
As the day rushes by
With tools of words
Of colours and music
Their being
Their love of their art
So how it should be
Instead
Manufactured capatalist gains
I get it—
When you look at me
A villain’s what you see
You’ve been taught
My black skin
Means I’m
Untrustworthy
A #vile & violent
Predator
Prowling
City streets
I’m asking you
Look past the lies
To see
Who I might be
Behind my skin
Just might be
A hero’s what you see
#vss365
Fake nails
Fake hair
Fake smile
Fake vile
Fake lashes
Fake tan
Fake lips
Fake tits
Fake friends
Fake life
Fake attitude
Fake is you
Is this where we've come
Is this what we're told
Is this now or future
Who said fake was en vogue
Well I say this:
Fuck fake
For fucks sake
Get real
Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest
Naughty taboo somehow
Justified
Through any fabricated excuse
The thrill of acting bad
I shouldn't be here
In the moment
Glad
But regret
Constant shadow on the heels
Every yin a yang
Every sin
A thrill
That's why I steal
Bob's apples from next door
Never think you can't, you can
Whichever way you think, you will
The best and worst a brain can ponder
Focused on will be your answer
Never say never,
Never again
Don't look back and wonder
What if
What if I
Hadn't tried
All those years ago
Would I be happy right here, right now?