#interracial
Ya hachu skazat— ya ochin tupoy.
Ya ni znayu kak nayti ma-yo zutdba.
Moy Bog. post budit Chronie Chelovek, kak eta krasivya Luna.
Ya magu begat.
Ya magu mnogo sdelat'.
Ya adeen chelovek, chto lubit Chornaya Luna.
.
I want to say— I am very stupid.
I do not know how to find my own destiny.
My God, let it be a Black Person, like a beautiful Moon.
I can run.
I can do a lot.
I am one person, who loves the Black Moon.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
Surrounding backgrounds, backdrops that empty glass eye
Ringing in your head; no means to pretend pretence
—always a means to an end. Like a long goodbye to an
old friend still one who owes you tens
A decade of friendship in these confused lines —you onced
slept with one of the guys. Not around, but a lot of times with
the same person, to say at least you've gone a few rounds
The only one to make you come out of a shell; fuelling up
the tank of a monthly desire. But you couldn't tell your friends; despite feeling sensations good as Heaven on earth— their preying
eye opinions would give you a lot of hell.
Still last night was one hell of a night, as he held you so
tight, a knight guarding you from those nightmares
As he tasted your lips, and tears while seeing all those
dark scars under your white night dress
Said, _"you're too dark to be found by love,"_ your usual
yellowbone cousins liked to make such comments.
You felt too ashamed to go play with the other kids on the
sunny beach. And it stained your heart; once trying yourself
to bleach
You just forgot your feet; a foot in your mouth kicking back
your words. Unlike the other girls, he liked you more
for trying to stick to your morals. Floral, a scented glow-
a light smell of _tragic beauty_ caught under his nose
Some nights hoping you'd be court, but in your family regards,
you're breaking tradition's law.
Lore beliefs, feeling seven days kind of weak, and it felt
so stranger that you fell in love with him in a week
It took a trip on this crazy life journey, for you to be riding
this long love trip. But he was only meant to be a friend
still it benefited you knowing he had seen you as more than
that from back then
But those still living behind, say you and him don't mix
into a good kind. As to mean the dark can't kiss a light,
such mean judgments, regardless of it being a modern relationship.
It's an old mindset, and I know he won't mind keeping it in secret
But it will all stay stuck in your mind, along with him
Oh my friend,
how'd I ever give the best advice to your situation
But only say and imagination that Adam and Eve
we're black and white. So wouldn't we have been
interracial from our creation?
Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 4:19 PM UTC
I hear
Hindi
In the hallway—
Suddenly
My American
Lips
Can taste
The masala
In your kiss;
I smile
And let the memory
Travel
Across the sea
Where it belongs
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
can he see the blood rush to my cheeks despite having skin darker than his?
does he see my skin as a barrier or an invitation?
if he locked his fingers with mine, would he see the contrast between our colors as a masterpiece of beauty or a masterpiece of shame?
if he placed his lips on mine, would he understand my relief that something as natural as melanin (or lack thereof) couldn't restrain love?
i'll never have my answers because i'm afraid of
skin.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
every person on this earth
has got a certain fear
spiders incite panic,
public speaking invokes tears
mine isn't too uncommon,
but only some women can relate
it's a special kind of fear
to a special kind of hate
it wasn't whispered in my ear
it's just something that i know
it's been ingrained since my beginning,
a part of how society flows
you see, i'm afraid of a guy.
or rather, his rejection
afraid i'm not enough
because i'm darker in complexion
did you know his hands are white?
that's why around him, my skin burns
instead of reciting numbers and letters,
what if it's racism that he learned?
i was taught to admire passions, looks, and intellectual minds
if only to darker women,
love could prove to be more kind
im 18 in year '18 but it feels like '63
hiding feelings from a whitey cause ****** is defined as me
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
And when her eyes turned,
brown to blue,
I drowned in them
navigating too far into the oceans
She blamed herself
took matters into her very own
pale
impish
hands
And before they could arrest her,
She buried herself
into the the eyes of her lover,
smudged in soil,
Maybe that's why I loved her.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Pale Midnight. (Infatuation, 2)
Who are we when our bodies touch?
When the sighs of my skin—dark as the bark of a tree beneath the night—reach your lips?
When your fingers—muted sunlight against a window pane, often mixed with clouds—learn me?
Who are we when we part?
With guilt. (Feel nothing but me.)
With rejection. (Take nothing but me.)
With desire. (Accept me.)
Over shudders
And whimpers and
Pleas reaching peaks,
Midnight calls.
Won't you answer?
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Sunny days bring smiles on faces
Girls with ***** shorts and sunglasses
Guys with muscle tops or floral hemps and snapback caps
September 19th was sunny
Well, that's until the clouds acuated the skies
and made all the smile evacuate to dystopia
This was an apocalypse
in my parent's house,
a place I used to call home
My father, Christopher
was the devil, Lucifer
and my mother was an angel with wings-
a delightful servant of Venus,
the goddess of love
Only, she couldn't fly
Not mentally, not physically and definitely not verbally
Her vocal chords were shaking as she passed her voice to my dad
She was the rainbow and sunshine
that was no longer divine
it was cryin’
while the devil was roarin’
as if he was a god
in which he was, but only of hell
He omitted fire but this time, it was cold
So cold that a tornado spun around the dining room
as I sat there, frozen, and watched like a snowman
The pupils of my eight year old eyes
witnessed the ending of a love I thought was immortal
A love that I used to think was magical
and illiterate
A love that formed in two hearts that bided into one
on their own
without the education of authorities
This was apartheid!,
and my parents were illegally married
A white European knight in shining armour
to an African goddess with attractive eyes
I started to believe that my mind
used to be a foolish thrall to the world of perfect love
But now I believe that it’s a vendee
who bought the saying, “love is blind”
I was a child who no longer believed
in the love of mankind
I had trouble finding myself
‘cause faith is to believe what you cannot see
and self-love was nowhere in sight
Now love is something I have to draw
and I cannot neutralize it
with optimism ‘cause my world was at an apocalypse
when the sun was supposed to be out...
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Oh my, am I humbled
Loving v. Virginia
History that is blood
Do you hear the pumping
Oh man, I feel it now
Riding on the winds of change
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
You were fourteen in Dr. A.’s class
when on that day you proclaimed
to have learned nothing and on that
day Dr. A. held no doctorate degree.
You were fourteen in Dr. A.’s class
when bodies: sick, overweight, in-shape
fell from buildings and into to TV screens
into history books, only to be stuck forever
in a New York newsreel in their Tuesday
outfits with Monday night’s love and touch
brewing, aged and earthy, from their falling
lives. If you listen closely on the eve of this day
the wind still whispers their scent of perfume
trails, still whispers what really happened
that busy day in the clouds, in the sky.
I was ten and can’t recall where I was
or in whose company but like the waters
stretched between Europe, Africa, and the
America’s, I was (am) far removed, was (am)
still putting together the blue-black lineage
of my triangular history that drowned
in the salty waters stretched, flowing
between three continents. But fifteen
years later, we (you and I) have overcome
the billowing black clouds of Tuesdays
the Monday night upsets, and the routed
maritime of our ancestors. 15 years later
you are still alive with your blue eyes
and clear face, are still four years my senior
are still my guiding light and sight of sun.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
kind of in awe of
you Life is this ball of
rolling momentum
too and why not stop
and smell the roses
making wind chimes
from hard knocks
a city rose on a
dilapidated block I
draw the moisture from
the heir She pulls jewels
out of coal mines like me
born on third but feels like home
Didn't even have to hit it
the path was well
warm and well lit
but no one reads any more
So the bitter is lost on the sweet
in love but yet not
In love the brush strokes are
small slow whispers of friction
the distinction comes in step
ping a way through the
looking glass
Now I cherish the clasp
She lives in my lap
realizing that I love her
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Who gives a **** if the person who makes me
happy
Is of a different race then me?
-
You married him
You married her
Because you fell in love
with them
-
You looked past their outer
layer of skin
to find what was within
-
But in order for you to have
fallen in love
with him
with her
You had to have given them a CHANCE
-
You've given them a chance without
knowing what would've happened.
-
Why the **** can't I have a chance?
Don't I deserve to be as happy as you were ?
when you first met him
when you first met her
-
Don't you want to see me happy?
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
But I don't want that
I want you
I want us
I want to go explicit
I want forever
Hand in hand,
Side by side,
Sweet, meaningful kisses
And soft whispers
I want you to show me the world
And more importantly,
I want you to show me your heart
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Tell the truth about the way we loved.
Savagely
Fervidly
Passionately
Wildy
We burned down the walls of our own bedroom
We gave the stars a show
The shore something to grab hold of...
We were endless
Brilliant in our together
Innovators in our type of beautiful.
We inspired...
Men to love women whose mind's were worth
kneeling for,
And women who loved men with respect worth
submitting to...
Tell them how we loved
Tell them
Their was love
in the way our feet moved
in relation to the other
The way our eyes danced through
all of these people
Till their was something worth settling on...
For me it was you...
For you it will forever be me...
I will tell them...
because sometimes the things that burn
the brightest tend to leave one breathless...
In a world so self contained...
We could not burn down these walls for our beautiful...
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Hello, indignantly ignorant and in-dubious ****
Have you ever thought that maybe some people prefer black
partners because they tend to be blessed down under, if
you know what I'm saying?
Have you ever thought that maybe all this hate leaking from
your shipwrecked **** mind is product of some... innate jealousy?
Have you ever thought that maybe some women aren't particularly
attracted to you, whether it be because of your shade or because
of your prejudices against other colors, or poly-chromatic
flags?
You claim 'black' is the stuff of nightmare, but there are many
who appreciate the deep intensity of a night sky, or the depth
and soul at the center of another's eyes as much as I do
Black is not 'ugly', black is not 'stupid', it is not
a name, it is a shade, it is a COLOR
it is a badge of honor in the presence of pretentious *** holes
such as your self, it is a PRIVILEGE to strut in pride,
in confidence of their sentient humanity among
tool shed minds, to be of convenient use to anyone but themselves,
unless of course you're a 'nigger lover'
have you ever thought, that maybe a 'nigger lover' is only
just more capable of seeing the artist, not the canvas,
the priest or priestess of his or her temple,
this skin should not be a wall to ward off friends, but elastic,
to keep us all together
have you ever thought perhaps they're more evolved and
are most likely independent thinkers who choose not to live
up to pre-set standards encouraged by family and societal
stereotypes that thunder like stereo but make not music, but noise
and becoming a reincarnate of but another generation of hate
you aren't a drop of water in the ocean, you are a tall
glass of poison to me
you shrivel my mercy and make me want to drown you in yourself
through me
you make me want to be as bigoted and disgusting as you are,
to ride by your neighbor hood in a mask and shoot you,
only I wouldn't wear a mask, or shoot you, because I'd like to
look you in the eyes as you see what seems to be a reflection
of yourself, a talking mirror, cutting into you with my teeth
my sharp words, my uncensored lips, my steely resemblance
and also because well, wearing masks is ***** ****
have you ever thought maybe those 'nigger lovers' are happy
with who they're loving, who they're ******* and are not
concerned about your 'opinion' until your 'opinion' becomes
tearing a soul away from his or her loved one and body,
you are a ****** reaper,
you defile the sacred, and take a life because they're nothing
more but a slab of meat to you, you objectify them and decide
they aren't palatable to your sight
humans are not chapters, they aren't mathematical theories,
they are not animate criminal records,
they CAN NOT be color coded, they are not yours to color code
how dare you even CALL yourself human when you can't even tell
a person from your own property
or someone's happiness from your ************* business
I'm sure you've never thought, but have merely recycled
the polluted beliefs of your 'patriotic' culture and
inherited your families porcelain skin, they probably taught you
it was a weapon, a plastic bag to suffocate others in
skin is NOT a sin, it isn't natural selection,
when will you see if your own inherent mental failure proves
the fault in our evolution?
And I mean, how can you shame a race that's believed to have
pre-dated us all, to have been us all?
I'm sure this thought has probably never crossed your mind, but
know this.... tomorrow I'm going to **** the life out of my
black boyfriend. Hard. Like yin and yang we are going to
roll around with inevitable and fulfilling love,
and boy, is he black.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC