……Maybe black stillborns are born cause no soul wants the pressure of being in a black body; black flesh and bones yells out to try me, souls were the invisible lights I felt flying by me, maybe in the night a witch will decide to ride me, and even though I can’t move, there’s a soul that’s just outside me, is it all mental from being in another man’s kennel, why is my life such a riddle. Am I man, monkey or mouse; spiritually taught self hate in another man’s house, threatening to the point of making some men attempt to hide by wearing their mother’s blouse, a resurrected hate stretches across the landscape, stunting humanity’s escape from itself.