THE WHO OF WHAT WE ARE
The fog strips us
right down to our
voices
only
leaves out the shape or
the skin we're in &
even what ***
we are
we lose society's references
how it elects to see us
stumble around in
this cotton wool
& somehow now
we re-emerge
our selves
tentatively again
you most definitely woman
I made man again
white skin
embracing
black skin
nothing now
but
love
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
THE WHO OF WHAT WE ARE
The fog strips us
right down to our
voices
only
leaves out the shape or
the skin we're in &
even what ***
we are
we lose society's references
how it elects to see us
stumble around in
this cotton wool
& somehow now
we re-emerge
our selves
tentatively again
you most definitely woman
I made man again
white skin
embracing
black skin
nothing now
but
love
Me and my Jamaican missus getting lost in the fog as if we had been erased and finding each other again. We had both being spat at because we were a mixed race couple by both white and black.. All we knew is that, we were...love. Love has no colour...no shape...love just...is!
