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Erika Sep 2017
Is anyone really
bad at love?
Or are they bad
with trust, commitment,              and
even lust.
Erika Sep 2017
pfabg

the first time I was told
that 'I was pretty for a black girl' I let it slide.

But each time after that
those words started a fire in my mind.

I had always been confused when someone told me this,
you see,
is it a compliment or a insult, or is it just ****** up to me?

At first I think the white men who tell me this,
have no sour intentions,
but as time passes I realize
that my pigment is thirst quenching.

I realized then,
that being with a black female is a fetish of the worst kind,
because they always want to know,
'what that mouth do though?'.


The addition of the adjective 'black'
made me feel inadequate,
like the color of my skin wasn't just pigment,
but an interstate for loaded compliments and was nothing to celebrate.

I know now, that if any man think that I'm pretty, he'll tell me just that. I had to meet a lot of ***** to realize that mine was already fat.  


not every white man will want to experience the swirl,

and those who do, would never tell me

that I'm pretty for a black girl.
Erika Sep 2017
Fourteen.
That's how many men have been inside me.
It's also how many pieces of myself I'll never get back, because I wanted to feel like I mattered to someone, even if only for a moment.
It's sad though, I can't remember all of their names.
But I swear to you, I remember the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach the second they left my apartment because just as quickly as the void had been filled, it had become empty again.
In an age where hookup culture is prevalent, and more and more young adults are interested in one nights rather than lifetimes together, I felt this was relevant.

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