Misunderstood-
In my bed,
On social media,
In Society,
Just...
Everywhere and all around
I am misunderstood.
Me talking to myself.
“You'd never expect it from him right?
Please don't confuse shade with the shadows from dim lights.
I been bright.
I been in spaces dark as midnight.
My pen write on both.
My insight on both is skin tight”
I feel like
I don’t know my way, like I lost my place. I lost my way.
Because I am…
Misunderstood.
I couldn’t lie to myself anymore… all I ever did was that. The truth exposed me but also help me grow, now the truth defines me. Lies had me tell another one and held me back like society owned me… or like I owned the prison and made myself the prisoner. All I did was pray to be freed, I laugh now at the stupidity. Once again the truth and blunt honesty freed me. It’s like I’m going through this all over again and again all because I’m being misunderstood. But I know no more orange jumpsuit and only hearing my echoes through the walls and hallways.
No more of those days.
Misunderstood on how I love, who I am and what I represent.
Hopeless romantic always looking at the clock waiting to find true love... tick after tick. Little by little I’m starting to be hopeless and playing mind games with these women being fascinated with their conscience. Equality I can’t find only two different minds.
But I really am a hopeless romantic that waits for that dreamland magical kiss that opens this “clique corny love life.” They see me as a asshole all because of how I dress or look and don’t give me that chance. Some call me kinda crazy when I speak about me believing in polygamy and leave me in the dust as I lust. I can’t seem to find that healing component of life; Love!
Then they look at me sideways when I say, this Godhead wants another Supreme Godhead... nothing less. The humble that understands seductive sex. What is the seductive sex lifestyle to me? We only say less and never reminisce. We only flex when we lick and kiss. We elevate and elevate on the daily then lay back as she loves me then drops back on me and does the splits. Loving all of me, the toys and this love stick. I can tell as licks all over it and how she grips it. Waking up to all my scratches then she’s kissing all over them. Then we say less and evaluate; all twelve chakras.
Meditate.
Everyday is a new day and a new way.
I’m just misunderstood.
When they see me it’s anticipated to be hated because my skin complexion. I walk around with a smirk because I know they going to test me... and I know I’m educated. I take pride in being bougie and sophisticated. I know when to be blessed and just put my pride to the side. I’m always aware I can bring the tide. But I also know not to assume... one of the four agreements known to be one of the testaments. Just be ready.
But I’m just misunderstood.
The Truth of a experience and a vision.
I’m looking at the cop dead in his eyes debating to tell him to kill me or ... another cop killing a black man. But this is me being fascinated with death and another dark night with rain storms in the wilderness.
What I hate more is I know the black community won’t accept me being black and i’ll be out the conversation of another black man dead on the scene. Another reason I look up to God and debate…all I wanna do is scream and say fuck you with a push to his face just so he can shoot.
The Mixed and Lightskin Man.
All I know is “White American” sees me to be a black male and will kill as wanted. Sometimes I wish I had their bible so I knew what they knew about black people too. I guess I can say that same thing about the black folks bible too.
News reports;
A mixed black man lightskin complexion has been severely injured and shot four times on the scene today and was unarmed but the officer said the man appeared to be on drugs and possibly armed with a weapon. Why? Well because the officer said the strong behavior of his actions and allegedly him speaking to God made the officer nervous as the victim Trevon was making hand movements to what the officer believes was a threat of some sort.
Another Trevon shot and possibly killed by a cop this year. How will the African American Community handled the situation and speak forth his name?
Only time will time Janie thanks for sharing, channel 8 news!
Another moment to be misunderstood.
In my bed,
On social media,
In Society,
Just...
Everywhere and all around
I am misunderstood.
Me talking to myself.
“You'd never expect it from him right?
Please don't confuse shade with the shadows from dim lights.
I been bright.
I been in spaces dark as midnight.
My pen write on both.
My insight on both is skin tight”
I feel like
I don’t know my way, like I lost my place. I lost my way.
Because I am…
Misunderstood.
Me; “the underrated and often neglected
are often expected to deal with it.”
“Dreaming is living
It's your world now
I am not flawless
I am not perfect
I sin in my soul
I cut through the surface
Repair, heal, and spread love
From deep within, work the path and the vision.
Then you can see the fruits of living
And use your roots.”
I live everyday like I’m the new kid on the block trying to prove everyone wrong. I will not be that average statistic, I thank my mother for that mentality. I am steady on the rise with my self expression about who I am just so I can understood as much as possible. Most the time that’s all I ask for.
I am fashion
I am the writer
I am the preacher
I am the motivator
I am the interior designer
I am the designer of my soul
All so I can express my soul and be understood.
The Book of Soul.
And I won’t stop.
No one will kill my vibe. I want to be the one you learn about in school or the reference you always hear about on the Internet or through every day conversations. I want to be seen like stars or that blimp passing by. I just want to be understood and remembered before I die. Even if that means I have to write or paint the picture of me in my pain as I cry every day… just to make Trevon Lorenzo Moreno last forever. I only want to be remembered as the wise guy. I only want to be remembered as that butterfly that flew through the fog. I only want to be remembered as the one that made you open your third eye. I want my knowledge that I speak of to make you believe that you’ve always been blind and I gave you colors. I want these things before I die and or atleast after I am in my black tie and saying my goodbyes. One way or the other.
Just live your life and don’t be the one to always be confused and misunderstood. Happiness comes when you are who you are and you don’t fear yourself nor society and even the closest ones that live in your heart. I let all of me show and that really made my heart glow. Even just doing that I answered so many questions I had, and I figured out somethings. Be like Nike; just do it. I want to see your soul and how you think. You never know we may have more in common than you think.
Live and Love but love yourself too.
Stay true to self.
“The Fucked Up Outro and The Mind of Lorenzo”