Black Poetry : Let me...

Change your mind
About me
Pre Tension will not be found
My newness needs to begin you & me

Change your outlook
About us coming together
Searching for the agreement we took
Let it be last Sunday @ school with Father Tool

Change my ways
How it always comes out to be
Contentious days
My thoughts lead bk. to how we use to be

Change our outcome today
Realizing I'm just a dust in built up dirt
To say
Our connecting together throughout freed us to have a remarkable startup changing the face in parts

Change how much
I seem to regret how time goes by
By then it had become too much
Particles our dust consistantly clogging my view & the liquidation connects us again remarkably working on our stay.