We aren't meant to be, they declared
Our differences outweigh our love
They so blindly concluded
My skin does not match yours
I am dark and proud
You are vanilla, sweet and comforting
I love you, not the colour of your skin
I am afraid sometimes
Of what they will do
When that anger erupts
We are one, take it or leave it.
Pretty poem, powerful in its simplicity and directness...DB
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