To: My Blue eyed Boy
Dear blue eyed boy do you ever notice me walking by in the halls or am I just another "black girl" in your eyes.
Dear blue eyed boy people tell me that you're not into black girls but since when did race become a type?
Dear blue eyed boy tell me why when you see me you see my color and not who I am why can't you just take a look and I will show my black girl magic.
Dear blue eyed boy if I were a different race would you take a second glance at me as I walk, would you give me at least a conversation with my
Dear blue eyed boy. You have caused my endless nights of tears and questioning why my skin color is the reason you cannot love me.
Dear blue eyed boy I have learned that my color is apart of who I am and you need to learn that too. You love to say you do not see color
But dear blue eyed boy if you can't see my blackness you do not see ME.
Dear blue eyed boy I hope that one day you can love a girl like her.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean Eyes
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