Swirl

Mon, 10/06/2014 - 22:15 -- aliroxa

Does the color of my skin fill you with fright?

Have you genuinely been fooled by all of those absurd stereotypes?

I'm merely a friend when mommy and daddy are within eyesight.

So tell me, my "friend," would you please let me come and visit you...

and for once, not at night?

The fact that you are afraid that they won't approve,

The fact that you are afraid that they will laugh at you,

Makes me ashamed to be in love with you.

One dollar and a quarter is the time I've spent with you;

And I honestly wish I could refund that, "boo."

How exactly am I supposed to feel when 

instead of being warmly greeted by a large multitude,

I'm continuously asked

"Now excuse me my darling, who exactly are you?"

It's 2014, not 1809.

If you don't want to be with me

Then please baby, stop wasting my time.

And when you finally make up your mind,

don't worry honey, I'll be alright.

Just let me know how you truly feel...

Maybe you will decide that it would be best if you were not mine

And ultimately decide that it would be greatest if you stuck with your "own kind."

Or maybe in the future, we can perhaps say "I do"

And do things together, in pairs of two.

 

 

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