shine

All up on every dark street and with star lit

sparkle above. The heavenly throb of your heart beat is similiar to the thump. The rough feel toul of your hand; as, I suck on your thumb. The only thing I don't understand.

Why do you pretend that you are not my man?

The only scandal left between us all is that it is unfortunate to have a sensationalist type

Of mess that I'd rather not fathom. We can not be people who lived and took a stand.

The purpose to come forward is to make life better for everyone. And make sure there is enough room for you and whoever you may have. It can be black/ white golden tan.

Brown freckled pale fair from any land.

For We are America for these truths we do as we do and shall stand.