Perfection

He rises like the sun,
renewed, vibrant, beautiful,
unfortunately, as it is on every day,
overcast skies rain on the parade which makes being a black male
feel like dead wood, ablaze,
but emanating no life sustaining heat,
leaving him victim to low self esteem,
a reoccurring desire to stop pursing unfulfilled dreams
and toying with a new found penchant concerning not wanting to breathe,
fortunately, its time for slumber allowing the moon to shine in his place…