Facing my biggest fear looking in the mirror at the man or the boy, my reflection but im so unsure. My flaws highlighted with the point of dissaproval peircing my skin with the judgmental stares coming from within my own soul.

How can I love me... When m skin is so black, when my clothes are so old and played out
How can I love me... I speak so damn fast, skip every other word, with rapid fire randomness
How Can I love me... Im not totally fat, but im not totally skinny just a chubby exception
How can I love me...  Cant even blend in with the crowd so I stick out like a sore thumb because Im to me to follow them
How can I love me.. I wonder aloud sometimes as I critiuqe who I am and Crucify what I see.

But you must love me, because under the pain and the stains even the words that I say, I love who I am, adore how I dress, Im not in the crowd, and I cant blend right in, so I stand out like the sore thumb that you all want to be, and with this defiant position I stand alone to become me.
You must love me because under that darkskin, which if I hadnt mentioned before is amazingly sexy. is an even more intelligent man then you could ever imagine, just waiting to sweep the right woman off of her feet.
You must love me because I fight so hard and I care so hard and I want so bad for us all to live in a world where there will be no need for judgement.
You must love me, because with every stroke of the pen and every pound of the key, I poor out my heart.
So as you fall in love I become naked because my words are my tears and my tears are my feelings leaving me Vulnerable to your thoughts.
You must love me because at the end of the day, I love me and without regret I just wouldnt trade me...no matter what the outcome... soas I sit here and accept that I am me, once again it is repeated...You must love me.