In today’s society, the *radical* idea of loving someone that is of a different skin color is unfortunately still glaring frowned upon, even in communities that claim to be accepting. This poem is about interracial love, its beauty and its pain. More specificially, it is about the pain that even those closest to you will inflict for simply loving somebody with different skin.
piercing eyes hold me down
i’m helpless under your gaze
i worship at the altar
that you are
swear you’ll be my religion
oh my american lover
my parents hate your skin
but i don’t care
i need your breath
in my lungs
their words are knives
that don’t pierce my skin
i hope yours can weather the storm
i’ll kiss the scars
they leave in their wake
i can’t come up for air
i drown in your waves
who gave you the right
to steal all the air
with you
i can’t breathe
without you
i don’t want to
i sink into you
find a safe haven in your arms
explore the wonders of your world
with my tongue
you taste like honey
maybe this is love
what do i know
i’m still a little girl
crying to be tucked in
by parents that call me
“ni***r lover”
parents that poisoned my head
for 18 years
made the little girl hide
my parents hate your skin
but we are intertwined
a swirl of black and white
i can’t tell
where you begin
and i end
