I see you, shy little white girl.
One of the few whites in a colored school.
Who makes good grades, but bad friends
and might have a couple of mixed babies
before you graduate.
I heard you crying as you hummed yourself back happy
After your baby's daddy's other baby's mama
and her bestie beat you up
In the bathroom after school.
After you're father gave your mom the beating
That finally killed her.
After you worked all night
At HoHos to take care of you and your baby brother.
I see you, white girl.
Being made to feel guilty
at the school's Black History program
because everyone says you have so much privilege
But I know you have it worse than I ever will.
I hear what they call you
As you walk down the hall. You
Wear baggey clothes to hide your baby bump,
But we all know that you fucked Ugly Tyrone
in the back of his truck
For a measly 30 bucks.
'You thot'
'You whore'
'You white-trash'
'You ain't nothing more than nice pink ass'
That likes it so rough that the condom breaks.
You tried to stay tough, but condom's break.
Just like the hearts of little white bitches
that get used and passed around by desperate black misters
who love your 'sweet pink'
but in public forget your name.
I see your struggle, white girl.
I make you my sister.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Poetry in the Back of My Cabinet
PoesíaJust a bunch a poems... let's see where this goes. You should read them though, if you like poetry. They're pretty cool. Yes... I write poetry because I'm too lazy to write full stories.
