Poetic Justice

Shades apart

And then I saw him,
Beneath that wilting oak tree.
I could see his dazzling brown eyes from
Afar.
His chocolate skin reflecting the moonlight
Beams.

He met my teary gaze,
And his lips formed a perfect smile.
How I wished to smile with him again,
Him gazing at the stars in the sky,
While I watch the stars in his eyes.

But they pulled us apart,
Because our skins weren't the same.
Because his beautiful dark skin,
Didn't match my light and ivory one.
Because his galaxy-filled brown eyes,
Didn't reflect my washed out blue ones.
Because his hair was kinky and curly,
Rather than straight and smooth.

That's when I knew,
I suddenly hated this world,
As I watched the thorned fence stand
Between us.
Him belonging in the garden,
With the weeds and the fallen leaves,
And I belonging in the house,
With the teacups and the tousled dresses,
When all I really wanted to do,
Was tousle my hands through his soft hair.

I hated all these rules,
Because my love wasnt only skin deep,
It wasn't the different language,
That brimmed on his tongue.
Love was when our fingers were
Intertwined,
And our hearts beating in sync.
When he held his dark arms,
Around my light waist,
Whispering into my ears,
That our love would never die.

We only watched each other for a second,
That's when the soldiers came,
My father's men,
Their guns at their sides,
As they started poking him,
And shouting crucial insults into his face.
That's when they pushed the gun to his
Head,
A loud shot rang in my ears,
Before I couldn't hear any longer.

I screamed,
Something that not even I could hear.
I pushed myself towards the fence,
The thorns dug into my hands,
But I didn't care for the pain,
Because as I watched my love,
Crimson blood seeping from his wound,
And the same shade dripping down my
Hands,
Was what proved my theory to be true.

Our skins were perhaps complete shades
Apart,
But the exact same colour of blood,
Still flowed through both our veins.