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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.
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
The Black Moon
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?
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Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 4:19 PM UTC
Interracial Adam and Eve
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?
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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
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Lost In india
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.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
skin (1)
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
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
skin (2)
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.
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
The Interracial Loving of A Woman
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?
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Pale Midnight. (Infatuation, 2)
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...
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Love From Dystopia
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...
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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
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
Loving
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.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
My Sight of Sun on the 15th Anniversary of 9/11
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
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
I'm (putting up a parking lot)
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?
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
You've started somewhere
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
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Fantasies
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...
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
The Fire
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.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
To the boy who dubs white or non-black men or women 'nigger lovers' for loving a black or brown man or woman.
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.
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