I am cruising along the street,

bruised and battered.

Rotten fruits are found under my bare feet

Sometimes they’re tasty, and sometimes they’re bad.

People told me the sky was blue.

They were talking blunder.

They never had a clue.

Black was my favorite color.

People told me I was beautiful.

I felt their hands all over my body.

That was the time i felt stomachful.

Latter acts reminded me of a tragedy.

I desired to see the moon one day.

People doubted about my sight.

They never knew it was on a blackmoon day,

I saw him spreading the blacklight.