Washed by the name of truth
you were dreaming of butterflies and stars
I was black craving love
Crving to be called beautiful
my mother was white
even when she told me I'm pretty, it wasn't enough
but then you came along
Held my hand and showed me where I belong
to the long road you led me with you
to heaven next you
Told me I'm perfectly beautiful
where hands can touch
where souls can bound
I was black who knew there was still racism and you were the one who never knew
Who never knew that a word as harsh still exists
you held me with no fear but we were washed by the truth
where hands can touch
you loved me so much
you were too proud
Maybe because our happiness was laoud
or maybe because your smiles bothered them
you were taken away from me
I will never forget your last words
you whispered my name with a stupid smile on your face
Then got shot for the sake of there case
right there in your heart
but I still wish
we would meet where hands can touch
in heaven next to you.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
