Love Always, Donte.

M.E.L.A.N.I.N

Today, I probably read the most bullshit statement in my life.

No, no, no, no, no.

Today I READ the most bullshit statement in my life.

Ya see, today a black girl conjured up every piece of lie from her soul,

drug it through her metacarpals,

and allowed the phrase "You like white girls more than black girls" slither from her fingertips.

No, it wasn't verbatim.

But I could see the synonymity in every syllable.

At that point, I wanted to extract my spirit and show her 100 reasons why android phones have backspace buttons.

To the girl who knows nothing about me,

I'll give you seven reasons why you should open your ears more than your mouth.

I hope you're listening this time.

One.

My mother birthed a lover of the color of midnight.

Black.

She raised me to adore shadows, night skies, and everything similar.

Even a girl who targets her teaching.

As long as she's just like me.

Ya see, her soul screams African loud enough to make other races pay attention

And she taught me to only love girls whose soul can scream like hers.

Two.

Every girl that has gotten close enough to hear my Djembe heart beat tends to bubble in the same box that I do in the ethnicity section of applications.

Their souls tend to originate from the second largest continent on this planet.

And their skin tends to sing negro-spirituals in the sunlight.

That's probably why it's so golden.

Three.

Last time I checked, I approached you with the intent of relations.

Praying that your soul would scream just like my mother's.

It did.

Four. 

As time passed, I've learned that a white girl could never satisfy my skin.

No offense to white girls, but my eyelids couldn't stay shut at nights where I'd think about being a disappointment to your family.

I'm already one to your race.

Five.

No other race could look so astonishing in a color that's not meant to be seen.

Invisible.

But we make it look invincible.

Incredible how we're royalty among peasants.

This robe ain't detached from my body since birth.

Six.

I would never pick a commoner to be my queen.

Never give away her throne to some one who doesn't look like me.

I don't know what they call that where you're from.

But in the motherland, we call that treason.

Seven.

Not ever girl can be a goddess.

Only the one's whose skin can speak for their soul.

And to those goddesses,

I worship them.

So to the girl who knows seven things about me.

Don't you ever form your words to direct such blasphemy towards me again.

This skin tone says I'm a God.

And I'll be damned if I settle for anything lower than a goddess.

Don't make that mistake again.