My father was always one notch on his bedpost close to hypocrisy and my mother was a couple notches shy of getting there- she never dabbled in multiracial relationships like my father did. You see when I was growing up I had a crush on the little mixed boy down the street and I was afraid of telling anybody but it wasn't because of his skin- but because ew, feelings. Right? I never saw just black and white, skin color was never a forefront it was all just background noise- to me it was all just gray. There's no handbook about who you connect with and there's no color scheme that's gonna show you who to trust. I realized that because before I had a boyfriend No black people where allowed at my house not because they didn't want me hanging out with black people- but because they were afraid I would end up with one. Segregation was my father's second nature and I would like to blame it on the era he was born- even though I'm really not so sure. And now that I have a boyfriend everything is fine... It's like in their mind the more melanin the more sin I'm sorry father and mother but there is no color coordination to this thing we call life- I never grew up afraid of colors because I loved rainbow- I never grew up scared of the skin that wasn't like mine just because of all the stories these white folks like to tell- But the funny thing is it was a white male, and a white female that molested me.... And my parents probably would've warned me about the mixed boy down the street- so really? who should we be afraid of?
Everyone. Equally.
This is just a little something for my poetry open mic tonight, it's a little rough but I'm trying to support equality with my own personal experiences. Love to all.