Preconceptions

It was early in the morning
The day clearly was still dawning
I was fairly busy yawning at the view
She rolled over on my chest
She moved closer then she pressed
Her lips lower, on my neck and then she flew
I was so glad we were a team
I thought this had to be a dream
Wanted to go back to sleep and rest my head
But before I could close my eyes
She came back and froze the skies
For a momеnt life was still and then she said

Shе said I’m so black she said I’m so beautiful
But I’m just wondering which she noticed first
Told her I am trapped she thought I was delusional
But why are preconceptions of me always the worst

Loneliness is a knife that’s been in my back all my life
And no matter how much I strive to pull it out
It feels like it’s too deep when the night falls I cannot sleep
I use pillows just for my tears and quiet shouts
I know I’m not a saint but these colours we seem to paint have done nothing for me but taint my self-esteem
It is a mental virus, am I conscious of my bias now I don’t only feel lifeless in my dreams

She said I’m so black she said I’m so beautiful
But I’m just wondering which she noticed first
Told her I am trapped she thought I was delusional
But why are preconceptions of me always the worst