It’s like a wave that cut my will in Samurai way:
one half still live, one dead; but both don’t know it jet.
One part just murdered, one’s killer; both’s Jing-Jang set.
You’re white, I’m black: one fate, one day, one breath.
It’s like a wave of Sun, that worm up Earth to lay
Shadows unseen, Angels to bright, us same time met:
one stuck, one lack. One done, one walking but inside wet.
You’re black, I’m white. I’ll claim on mouth mine Honor bet!
That’s like the Wave of Hate that sacrifice Love to say:
I prefer way much suffer, then see my story, my pride
being jerked-off, being split face, by blood brother who’s
late on plain plea, for sake of spoiled Snow Night day.
I’m choosing wave, that makes me see color then blur.
I’m finding You, that way far You then You have ever might.
I’m wanting You, that with hearth not bank for pleasure pay.
I will find You. You, Robyn Fenty. Me says that: DJ S. Schoor.