(poems go here) The White Man’s Burden

I probably don’t know you.
I most likely never will.
But I like it when the color of your dark skin brings out the redness in your lips.
Think of the places we go.
Think of the places we’ve never been.
It is too bad that dark alleyways, foreign street signs always stink of sin.
I’m going to hold you so tight tomorrow morning you are going to forget what’s wrong and what is right.
Oh please, oh please don’t worry I’ll say hi to my wife but tonight you are a young man’s desire.
I probably don’t know you.
And I never will.
But I like it when the color of your skin brings out the bloodshot red fear in your eyes.
This is a funny little secret.
Kept hidden neatly in the space between my pale advantage and your dignity.
Don’t sweat the small stuff honey.
Let’s keep this on the down low.
You wonder how low I’m willing to go?
I make a sacrifice every time I’m caught the in suspension of your dark seduction
I’ve seen your protests standing high on concrete streets
With signs in your fragile hands like that is going to make a difference in the obsolete
This world is a ticking time bomb ready to explode
No need to fight it, just let it go
It’s a tough kind of love out there
Maybe not a lot
But just enough
To notice the color of your skin
It brings out the redness in your lips.
You may think that I don’t know you
But I always will.