Unbleached by the sun,
dark as onyx,
spit out by God as a second thought,
separated from my brother for all eternity,
birthed a continent colored in all shades of myself...
A black sheep.

I see all meant to be hidden from day
while perspiring starlight,
wearing the moon as an earring.
Streetlights hang around my neck,
as I absorb prayers meant for my father,
cloak lovers,
and flick fireflies with dark fingers,
catching them in myself.
I warm my hands with trash can fires
as headlights light my way to dark destinations.
Places that aren't a party
till I show up.

I encourage behavior suited for darkness,
drunk off the alcoholic passion I inspired.
Breathing in perspiration
and leaning on faint shadows for support.
Staggering....
viewing myself in puddles and car windows as I pass,
falling into my reflection.
I flirt with women that walk my streets,
blowing kisses with slight winds,
tickling hairs on necks,
trying to coax them home
to undress for me without paying,
attempting to see inner beauty.

Drugs grow in my backyard
and I'm always higher than anyone else
inhaling second hand smoke
exhaling sleep
clouding minds
and dreams.

Often misunderstood,
my speech sounds like sorrowful screams
gun shots,
obscenities,
and moans.
My music,
which sounds like sirens,
is too loud and always booming,
drawing complaints from my many neighbors.

I'm blamed for many things
but I don’t speak up...
I simply sacrifice myself to the sun
dying slowly
to be reborn
darker than ever.