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Daddy’s blue eyes- So beautiful and strong. I wish they were mine. Why do boys always go after the blondes? If your daddy only married that white girl, Then you’d have those pretty blue eyes. If I were only a shade lighter… My brown eyes- So ugly and plain…
Just as much white as brown But the white does not accept And the brown I’ve never known. Never been bruised or beaten. No other language. No difference between me and them. I thought I was above it all. I thought I belonged. “What nationality are you” They have always demanded. “American” has never been good enough for them- They must know As if it mattered. Yet, they have no box for me. Just as much white as brown But the white doesn’t accept And the brown I’ve never known.
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Don’t play in the mud You’ll ruin your pink dress Boys don’t like dirty girls. But
Mommy, I don’t want to wear this pink dress. Don’t eat with your hands It’s not lady-like No boy will date a girl who eats with her hands. But
Mom, I don’t like this pink dress. Learn to cook; learn to sew That’s what women do For their husbands. Mom,
I don’t want this pink dress. Don’t have sex You must control yourself They’ll think you’re used goods. Mother,
I hate this pink dress. Don’t disagree; don’t be angry Speak with your eyes Men don’t want smart, angry, disagreeable women. But Mommy, I don’t want to wear this pink dress.
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A Lover’s Rant
I must thank you, lover, for you alone have shown me love, and my life is all
the better for it.
Your love is wonderful and horrifying. I have experienced the great
heights of joy and the lowest depths of misery. “But don’t despair” you
say, “Even when we are not together, our souls are still one.” Your
love is so strong it spread through throughout my life like a disease infecting
me with love. Because of your love I have learned to love a family who
could not love me; because of your love I learned to love a world who knows
none; because of your love I want to show the world what love is and that it
does indeed exist. Could you just imagine the world if everyone could love
as we do?
This love for the world and my wish to share it, I believe, makes me a better
person. If there were such a thing as a loving God, I think this is what
He would love about me (my love for His creations)--- and you gave it to me.
If He existed I would love him for giving you to me but I would hate Him more
because I know one day He will think I’ve had enough and take you away.
But He’s wrong- I can’t exist without you- you are my oxygen. I
promise that without you I will become a bitter old woman who is incapable of
love- or I’ll become nothing at all…
I would give up His heaven for my earthly love. Oh dear god! Please
don’t let it end!