As I pace stepping summary of my times seeing couples more in love than hatred. I wonder is it harmony, a standard they share, a mutual indifference of attraction or just plain ole satisfaction...satisfaction...an ecstasy of contentment everlasting like her next cigarette puff between the fingers holding smoke grasping onto the rush yet we have to let go. Near me she texts with a straight face and over there wild in the white car hands become the primary language as her mouth opens veins swelling out from the neck speaking anger and you can see the beautiful children behind tinted windows looking afar. I told my brotha at the gas station where he can find job at since he just got out of the prison system now dumped back into another prison system down here in the south. See in the south everybody is on the survival tip of who can out hustle the next, whether it be about sex coming from the forbidden tongues of genders, the next hit of drugs cause it is mental too along with emotional ties in many different forms to include religious ceremonies "we just got married" like that on the lincoln tinted windows of a car painted all black with chrome sidings limited edition until divorce sparks marriage apart mending unto greener grasses perhaps. He rapped lyrics about a savior most of the world adores fanatical without reason yes she pumps the gospel music up with the windows slightly down looking conservative parked inside her gray chevy malibu face emotionless getting out after the car turns off walking with her head down but her faith is up up up there in the skies never to be seen though she fiends of a king nonexistent; maybe in her dreams or reality he speaks to her gently without struggle in a kindly voice often perceiving surreal as real feeling purely saved as the virgin from the world yet stuck in our existence as a color stereotyped though i truly believe in the ancient days we never specify colors...we knew us to be the all and not part of a mutha nor father beautifying land masses like no other never concern about others steadily building our way of life until trife plus the sperm as metal bullets summed a rifle then the original hater finger on the trigger pulled it...bang bang...my loves sank as sounds rang bang bang...my loves died when the stream of tears flooded as blood rivers from the mouths of lie so the truth stood still as peace like that brotha today in all black fresh out the pen corresponded to me as a new born muslim may all your pillars pride strongest and stay uplifted without wrongness. Sometimes i ride and many of these days and nights i walk in deeper thought out to impress no-one moving love in all directions spiritually forever i will be and can only be one.