Diary of a Black Man: One: Just an Illusion (Volume 1)

I find a home, grow a little bit, then home evicts me, reasons are known, me is bold, they say go, oh no you cannot, i am not elegant, neither are you, the world thrills me, she is fine with cute, he is sugar to be dilute, fill me up flavor now, won my suggestion, guzzled the digestion, watched progression, settled in no aggression, yet trouble finds me, no you cannot stay, and like dog... i roam all alone, eyes forward, while peripheral, again another experience, the path chosen, within me seek, to grow further, as seed of the unknown.