Monday, April 12, 2010


I shouldn't love you, they said
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.

1 comment:

  1. Pretty poem, powerful in its simplicity and directness...DB