Dark clouds arise
while I fall into the
realm of your sick passion
chosen to be a part
of your congregation
as one nation defends
my territory.
To be or not,
must I ask of this?
Bound as your words
befriend me,
innocently bitten
as your venom
travels through my veins,
and I feel the pain
of your words
like hot lava
flowing from the volcano of
my feelings.
Raindrop tears
F
a
l
l
while I live in fear,
and you drink of my sorrows.
I can hear you laughing,
as I put my clothes back on,
because you've undressed me
in secret.
Now you have left me
feeling
used,
as you store
my beauty in a jar
hidden
in a secluded area
of your mind,
Protraying an image
as your disfigured
concubine
of
fine wines,
and
tall tells,
persued of
my prince of wails or
should I say of darkness?
In the shadows
I cry,
and still
no one can hear me,
because you made me promise
to never say a word.
Minister of grace
as you have shown me
an unknown face...
Oh how I remember
those times,
in selling myself
short
and I let you continue to
whisper in my ears
with scotch on your breath
that you love my chocolate skin.
Why does this, have to be?
What does the color of my skin come about,
why can't you just love me for me?
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
honestly I'm not sure if I was upset this day or thinking of all the pain I too have endured along with friends and relatives. 
i loved this write hon 
