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Devin Ortiz Dec 2016
The Mulatto Problem
As a child, I was blessed
Light skin, in a white world
I had white friends, white teachers
I had white pastors, white family
That was everything that I knew to be

I had some black friends, a black teacher
I had a black pastor, black family
I saw color, I saw the differences
I saw white friends hating my black friends
I saw white teachers demean black students
I saw white christians leave the black pastor
I saw family both white and black love me just the same.

Hate is taught.
But birds of a feather
Flock together
And I flew with any breeze
That would have me.

With wiser eyes
With years behind me,
I've flown with the gentle stream
A birds eye view of an unchanging world
So I've decided to test the current
To soar with broken wings
Famished dreams
Onwards to freedom
#freedom #hate #black #white #birds #culture #identity #biracial #mulatto #flock
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Luna Lynn Sep 2015
MiXeD
i'm biracial
no i'm not an oreo
no i ain't your zebra
i ain't the best of both your worlds
i ain't mulatto either

i am white
and
i am black
living my life with a sense of inequality
my race always seems to follow me
no matter where i'm at

white people have jokes
black people have questions
my hair appeals to some of you
while the rest of you have suggestions

who said i needed you to tell me who to be?
who said i needed to explain who i really am underneath?

striving to be normal and thriving to be equal
i just so happen to be a white girl
that knows what it's like to be black
and that bothers a lot of people

my race may not define me but it is apart of who i am
so yes i get offended when you refuse to understand

that i am what i am
black and white
white and black
light brown complexion
***** curls front to back

a strong black woman resides inside and it's she you see
a white woman is there but will never be
but i never deny my lines culturally

because they are me
(C) Maxwell 2015
#biracial #mixedrace
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Arcassin B Oct 2015
Nirvana - "Smells Like Teen Spirit" (AB Mix)
by Originally Nirvana
verses  by Arcassin Burnham


Lets lend a hand,  no words to say,
but all you've  planned,  doesn't ever stay,
vanilla girls,  they know what's best for us,
the world , it never rest,

Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah, hey, yay

deal all your faults,  and all your dreams,
worth a penny, just wanna stay teens,
you could deal, making plans,
and taking risk,  you are the man,

Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah, hey, yay


use to remember,  the signs,
I cross the lines apart, not known what was mine,
I took the gun, put it in my mouth,
and I,  just thought it out,

Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
A Denial [x9].
Nirvana is one of my favorite bands and it is my pleasure to present to you,  my version!!!!
#poetry #lyrics #nirvana #song
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almat011 Feb 2019
Juicy, sweet, hot chocolate skin
Juicy, sweet, hot chocolate skin...black girls are black goddess
**** black girls For guys and men. The most beautiful, attractive, seductive, **** and exciting in African and African-American women is their sweet, juicy, chocolate skin color. Honey caramel mulattoes. Sweet brown chocolate color. And inviting, savoryly pure black-sugar skin color. This is the most delicious, beautiful, sweet candy in the world. You feel like a sweet tooth in a pastry shop when there are a lot of them around you. If you marry one of them and get her children from her, and live with only one of them all your life, and you will be faithful only to her alone. Your life will be the sweetest. Skin of black color and color of dark chocolate are the sweetest, seductive shades of sincere, hot passion. The skin of dark-skinned girls seems to be radiating the heat of ***, burning sweet, sensual passion, this color of temptation, attraction. There are drums of ethnic, traditional music, it's the sound of ***. . The black skin of a girl with which sweat and moisture is flowing, as if she still radiates ardent, hot, passionate, and a little stuffy *** in the sauna and her sweet moans are heard. This skin color is like a powerful aphrodisiac replacing ******
The skin of black and dark chocolate is the sweetest, seductive shades of sincere, hot passion.
The women of three races are beautiful: the sultry, torrid, hot chocolate of hot passion of the deep passion of black fire of love and ***, a paradise oasis of tenderness of the east, and snow-white, sensual pearls.
For guys and men. The most beautiful, attractive, seductive, **** and exciting in African and African-American girls and women is their sweet, juicy, chocolate skin color. Honey caramel mulatto. Sweet brown chocolate color. And alluring, relish pure black sugar color of skin. This is the most delicious, beautiful, cute candy in the world. You feel like a sweet tooth in a candy store when there are a lot of them around you. If you marry one of them and get children from her, and you will live only with one of them all your life, and you will be faithful only to her. Your life will be the sweetest.
Your skin is the color of one hot, unforgettable night, your libido is the word lava in your hot body, burning passion, only your photos can excite me, only your beauty turns off my brains, you have a ****, ****** tune in my head, you are like a hot bath after a hard of the day, like an ****** massage, like a soft pillow with sleeping softness.
Dark skin
The black skin of a girl with which sweat and moisture is flowing, as if she still radiates ardent, hot, passionate, and a little stuffy *** in the sauna and her sweet moans are heard. This skin color is like a powerful aphrodisiac replacing ******.
The skin is black and the color of dark chocolate are the sweetest, seductive shades of sincere, hot passion.
Dark-skinned beauties are a deep passion of black fire - this is a hot safari, a wild savannah, an exotic havana.

My new love poem, i hope you will like it.
For my dear light brown girls
Captivating honey caramel is like a shining dawn, life with you is like a sweet ****** dream. Juicy sweet fabulous fantasy beautiful. From your sexuality, the glasses of the captured ****** force in your eyes are sweating, this is the amazing magic of charm concealed in them. You are my depraved temptation ***** temptation. The sweet temptation of a tenderly roaring passion is a breathtaking juicy caramel berry, sometimes pouring with a picturesque modulation, tender sensual shades of red sunset, incinerated with the burning heat of passion. From your hottest, sultry beauty, the brain seems to turn off and faint from your sweetest kisses.

Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
#black #girls
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pdub Jun 2014
Mulatto
I don't have a category
or faction
or division
or race
not fully accepted anywhere

4 years old, no race to call home

too white for one
too black for the other

8 years old, no race to call home
9, 10, 11...

where do I go?

a slave to one
too sheltered for the other
too light for one
too dark for another

12 years old, no race to call home-still
why is this okay?

a criminal to one
shame from the other

15, drowning in the midst of everything, no race to call home

different feature don't come in handy when
there's no one interested

18 years old, dead.
#black #white #mixed #mulatto
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Devin Ortiz Sep 2016
Role Model
Dear Colin

What an inspiration
A role model
See I know how you feel
I'm like you
Mixed race, perspectives of two

From a young age
And to this day I'm ashamed
I hated my blackness
I saw what the world offered them
So I didn't want part of it

And I saw my people
Crying out with no one to listen
So I used my voice
To scream their message loud

They'll call you a traitor
They say it's disrespect
But to be more mad of an anthem
than lives that are lost.
Lives these soldiers fight for
Lives these soldiers die for

You are my hero Kaep
You saved me.
The light in a dark world
Where hope evades the privilege
of a mulatto kid, with white parents

And hope burns in darkness
It shines it's light strong
10 years from now people
who so hated this movement
Will understand
This was the time
You led the rebellion
Against injustice for all.
#hate #hope #role #racism #biracial #model #colin
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Devin Ortiz Feb 2018
Inside the Outsider
What does it mean to be me,
The soul of a brother,
In the light skin of another..
Mulatto.

That biracial boy with white walls
And white bars,
A prison of stolen identity.

White & Black/ Black & White
Day & Night/ Night & Day

I'm the gray and the dusk inbetween
#biracial #mulatto #black #white #day #night #self
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Sarina May 2013
the little mermaid
There was nothing I was ever so ashamed of
that I dumped it in a river to drown,
but one time my best friend accidentally tossed my pink fishing pole
into the bayou when a spider dangled from the line.

We were eight, everything was wishy-washy
because she called herself a mulatto like it were an insult
and my older friends kept mentioning that my mom walked herself

to a liquor store very late at night
twelve-packs bruising her German-colored shoulder.
I did not tell them my father had hidden away her car keys.

Girls teased me and I still wanted to kiss their cheeks at goodbyes,
The Little Mermaid featured at our sleepovers
saying, “kiss the girl,” so I did
but we stopped talking when I bought my training bra,
it proved what was in my skirt, my lips could not touch them again.

You cannot kiss a girl if you are a girl,
even if Disney movies say it is okay because Mickie Mouse
has no ***** to be ashamed of though a wife of the opposite ***.

I learned important things until I turned ten
and Hurricane Katrina unraveled the bayou into my house
and I existed in four different classrooms in my fourth grade year
where nobody had enough time
to learn my name, much less the way it is spelled.

Now, in therapy, the certified insists
that I am a girl who kisses other girls because my mother
only put her lips on a bottle.

But maybe I wear striped dresses just because mold grew that
shape in my home on Camellia Street,
mud decorated the fallen refrigerator so it looked like
a cow some punk tipped over.
I just wish the sidewalk I use to rollerblade on hadn’t flooded.
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Sylvia Plath
******
Viciousness in the kitchen!
The potatoes hiss.
It is all Hollywood, windowless,
The fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine,
Coy paper strips for doors --
Stage curtains, a widow's frizz.
And I, love, am a pathological liar,
And my child -- look at her, face down on the floor,
Little unstrung puppet, kicking to disappear --
Why she is schizophrenic,
Her face is red and white, a panic,
You have stuck her kittens outside your window
In a sort of cement well
Where they crap and puke and cry and she can't hear.
You say you can't stand her,
The *******'s a girl.
You who have blown your tubes like a bad radio
Clear of voices and history, the staticky
Noise of the new.
You say I should drown the kittens. Their smell!
You say I should drown my girl.
She'll cut her throat at ten if she's mad at two.
The baby smiles, fat snail,
From the polished lozenges of orange linoleum.
You could eat him. He's a boy.
You say your husband is just no good to you.
His Jew-Mama guards his sweet *** like a pearl.
You have one baby, I have two.
I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair.
I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air,
Me and you.

Meanwhile there's a stink of fat and baby crap.
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
The smog of cooking, the smog of hell
Floats our heads, two venemous opposites,
Our bones, our hair.
I call you Orphan, orphan. You are ill.
The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B.
Once you were beautiful.
In New York, in Hollywood, the men said: 'Through?
Gee baby, you are rare.'
You acted, acted for the thrill.
The impotent husband slumps out for a coffee.
I try to keep him in,
An old pole for the lightning,
The acid baths, the skyfuls off of you.
He lumps it down the plastic cobbled hill,
Flogged trolley. The sparks are blue.
The blue sparks spill,
Splitting like quartz into a million bits.

O jewel! O valuable!
That night the moon
Dragged its blood bag, sick
Animal
Up over the harbor lights.
And then grew normal,
Hard and apart and white.
The scale-sheen on the sand scared me to death.
We kept picking up handfuls, loving it,
Working it like dough, a mulatto body,
The silk grits.
A dog picked up your doggy husband. He went on.

Now I am silent, hate
Up to my neck,
Thick, thick.
I do not speak.
I am packing the hard potatoes like good clothes,
I am packing the babies,
I am packing the sick cats.
O vase of acid,
It is love you are full of. You know who you hate.
He is hugging his ball and chain down by the gate
That opens to the sea
Where it drives in, white and black,
Then spews it back.
Every day you fill him with soul-stuff, like a pitcher.
You are so exhausted.
Your voice my ear-ring,
Flapping and *******, blood-loving bat.
That is that. That is that.
You peer from the door,
Sad hag. 'Every woman's a *****.
I can't communicate.'

I see your cute décor
Close on you like the fist of a baby
Or an anemone, that sea
Sweetheart, that kleptomaniac.
I am still raw.
I say I may be back.
You know what lies are for.

Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.
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Lee Apr 2017
The day the ships came
The day the ships came my ancestors we not of the aware of the forced melting *** that would come into existence
The combination of french and spanish confused the delta slaves
Little did they know that neither language would stick on their burnt excuses of  tongues
The days the ships came New Orleans became the beacon of mulatos
And although the conquistadors could **** and beat their slave wives
Their spanish advances were not reciprocated due to lack of of heat to complete the melting
The languages that conquered the delta were combined into something that no outsider would want to encounter
That’s why the Americans came and took it like they did the rest of the country
They mistake the magic for voodoo then rebranded it for themselves
Centuries later the delta is still a melting ***
But it’s one my grandmother’s tongue was forced to forget
Her languages were lost next to her mulatto slave ancestors, left to spoil
So now when people ask
“If you’re hispanic why can’t you speak spanish?”
I can barely find the words in english to explain the years of torture my tongue has endured
When spanish speaking couples walk into my work
My tongue is eager to spill words it wishes it had the ability to create
My blood begins to hate itself over the fact that a third of itself is unrecognizable
My tongue is still waiting for the new boats to arrive and reconcer it
All it knows is to be conquered
No self defense here
When all you know is to be conquered
It becomes a challenge to think for oneself
My tongue can’t decide if english, spanish or french is better
My creole mind is yelling thousands foreign curse words not knowing which one is a true sin
Maybe the sin here is letting the burner stay on too long
The day the ships came
My slave ancestors looked at their spanish lovers and said
“My love, what shall we do once the french arrive?”
With their eyes looking into the horizon the conquistadors replied
“Es no problema para mi, pero tu, tu es la propiedad de estos”
Which according to simple history books means
“Good luck”
#creole #mixedlife #ships #identity #selflove #selfinventory #poetry #whoiam #blackgirl
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James Amick Jul 2013
Dr. Juvenal Urbino's Self-Diagnosis of Chronic Fidelity
He lives in a time of plague.

The tag team of cholera and dedication killed his father, for all Dr. Juvenal Urbino knows, his father was faithful to both work and love.

The good doctor knew from an early age that his work would be his love, and from a slightly less tender age he discovered that his love of flesh and the body ran deeper than mere science could take him.

He met Fermina Daza in the doorway between clinical curiosity and obsession over her doe’s gait, and as he walked through his heart made room for a new kind of dedication.

He thought his devotion would be equally as precise as his practice.

Fifteen or so years of marriage, between years in Paris they bled together like a Van Gogh after a rainshower, the intricacies of their companionship were jointly held in a contractual cradle, but neither of them felt obligated.

Dr. Urbino was before my time, but my story will know the life of Carlos Mucharraz, Pre-Med major, they both dedicate themselves to their love. I’ve never seen her, but I can imagine Carlos likens her gait to that of a doe. He fawns over her from 17 hours away, for nearly a year.

Like a Texas dust devil, he sends his love through the air to Minneapolis to brighten her phone screen and her day.

They’ve only ever spent time together twice.

I’d like to think of his devotion like a boulder, immovable, but twisters slither across prairies as wicked winds push them towards seas of lust, but I’d like to think his love flew above turbulent skies.

I thought Dr. Urbino as a rock.

He must have thought of his fidelity as a disease. His father died fighting cholera, and Urbino would not let his affliction of faithfulness **** him. He thought himself ill, and the mantra of his practice taught him one thing only: cure.

In a slum of San Juan de la Cienaga, pants around his ankles, holding a mulatto girl’s legs around his waist, he crumbled like stale bread as he plunged himself into infidelity.

This man of granite broke and fragmented, his sin etched a crooked cobweb of fractures into his back, I wonder if the beads of sweat stung his spine, or dulled the pain.

But maybe I should put my faith in dust devils.

Humans may be able to shatter the hardest stone, but no one commands the sky, for it straddles North and South, East and West, Fort Worth and Minneapolis.
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Aaron Kerman Jan 2010
1st Movement in A major. (for piano)
We met in the Red Square at Midnight. Sitting on the austere steps of the Kremlin We drank Stolichnaya in silence; listened to St. Basil’s Bells stoic ringing until Our sun rose pale over Moscow  

Beauty is created when I press your mulatto skin to mine.
We shift. You move, and as you’re moved you move me.
Our motion akin to your mother’s in a gentle breeze or a dancer;
Some Elise pirouetting et fouetter and falling over graceful infinities.    

I am deliberate during this ballet. Subdominant.
Una corda e sostenuto, and as you request so do you respond; relaxed,
Sustaining single notes; soft into that ethereal Moonlight…
Blurred and blunted, your perfect meter dampened by my learned cadence.
    
As you sound off forte I rock slightly forward, coming into you harder.
We breathe sharp together; my fingertips caressing you legato;
My Ana Magdalena. Andantino; rolling into flurries of crescendos
presto allegro climaxing; Capitulating again before we rest…
Before lento diminuendo.                                                      ­                

We courted at the Konig Von Ungarn in Vienna. It was classical and   romantic. Baroque. We fell in love. At Figaro’s wedding we tasted sangria as the stars Set, pastel, over Seville. Our first kiss was the Holy Roman Empire fading; A footnote under bass cleft.

We were married in the Rhineland, a single Canon announcing our nuptial.
You a Riesling and I your lattice. I stood firm, resolute, as you grew in, around, and from me. But the lords, they taint you, they **** me of your fruits; oblivious, they invoke their subtle prima nocta.                            

From the rooftops and the gutters they hear you. A virtue is lost between us. We shift. They are unwelcome eavesdroppers’ playing ******.  
They come and gather round us and I grow nervous, stiff; sweat falling from my brow to your ebony and ivory.
They move provocative, but they do not care; they do not notice us.                            

I stop as they begin. They’re discourteous during this Can-can. Their  praise and kind words may arouse the pimps and ****** wandering Montmartre into Paris’s red-light,  “Hear,” they fall on deaf ears.
This is no Moulin Rouge. We are not meant to be exhibitionists and yet
we yield to their flat appeals.                                                         ­                           

I put my clothes back on, Rags is all they are, and you, you’ve become stark.
I project my discontent through your string and hammer heart;
I slap your toothy face and stomp your sterling feet without relent.
I-De-tach-My-self-From-You. Staccato. They call me Inventive and as they sip their whiskey, their bourbons and their Texas Tea they tell us that
we have Entertained.        

We build our home from the precious stones of foreign countries.
We traverse ages to reach the mines and the rock fields, finding rough Diamonds and sapphires. Naked, we wash them in ether; they luster.
The noblemen come. They smile and applaud as they peep through the Windows and knock at the doors, but We shall not  be moved.
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Waverly Jul 2014
Untitled
We have seen
and called for misunderstanding,
But I have seen our future children,
mulatto genearation,
Ticked off,
I am at our confusion,
Foggy like the farts of war,
The bullets continue to fly
even in silence,
From my brother's gun,
*** can you call youreself,
When you hold tight to the chains,
We must let loose,
We must see the sun and its morning fog
As the dew of renewal,
Because I have seen you witb oure
Mulatto children, and you looked at me,
I was a father.
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Travis Green Oct 2021
Saucy Hypnotic Mulatto
You stepped into my world
So effortlessly
A saucy hypnotic mulatto
Took me with your tender *******
Had me trapped in your swagnetic force
All the doors within me abloom
Festooned with your street boy magic
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Travis Green May 2022
Saucy Mulatto Adonis
Your body is a sweet escape to perfect bliss
The most unbelieving and glistening treasure
That I admire and wish to delight in all the time
An adventurous sensuous sight bursting to perfection
I crave to interlace my gayness with my straightness
Enfold my soft, flowery, and insurmountable poetry
Around your incredible stellar attraction

Find dreamy golden magic in your charming masterpiece
Gander at your enchantingly poetic frame
How your heavenly expressive chest
Emanates the greatest captivatingness ever
The way your dominant, arched shoulders glow effortlessly
Your arms blossom with unstoppable astonishingness
With your massively prominent muscles
Your thick alluring neck, your stately sleek cheeks

You are a considerable, irresistible wave
Of sweet, rich, and pleasurable delight
I hanker to splash into the depths
Of your shiny, beguiling, and lively sea
Drown in your desirably crowned profoundness
With you, my journey never ends
It’s an invigorating getaway to ecstasy

You are my bold and sensual artwork
The best fantastical gem, ingenious and lustrous
Bombastic and exuberant, dangerously amorous
You are why I venerate grammar
Within his creation, there are complete and sophisticated sentences
Vivid, soulful subjects and predicates
Divine and powerful pronouns and nouns
Elegant and harmonious verbs and adverbs
Seemingly stupendous prepositions
Fashionably extravagant adjectives

You are a saucy mulatto Adonis
So smooth and youthful all over
A bright city stunner, a divine vibe, my entire life
Your prodigiously exquisite eyes
Are a glorious vortex that takes me
To another world where I can witness
The extraordinary emergence of your flex

There is pristine distinctiveness in your handsomeness
So impressively made, so magical in every outstanding way
I cherish your structural integrity, your rugged construction
How you allow your manhood to shine
Like the rare, amber, and glamorous sunlight
You are the authentic definition of majestic excellence

I love being in your dreamy scented proximity
Loving on your machoness and dopetasticness
I stream into your ever-increasing and appealing ambiance
I caress the wondrous and prosperous lands of your masculineness
Lose myself in your deliciousness
In how your boundlessly potent energy blends with mine
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crowbarius Mar 2013
Shrapnel (not a week from the end of the civil war)
High above the ultra-white plateau
a vultures wheels in an amino helix
above a dead horse. Branded upon its left flank is the word
“Mulatto”.
In the forest far below
an ilex rattles for the dead.
The river, pregnant with shrapnel
sulks and stagnates, her belly full of lead.
The plains are cratered as the Moon
the purple heather soothes the raw stone wound
and whispers that the fighting will be over
very soon, and all the scars will heal.
Their fires have turned our bones to meal.

The mountain gods are sighing now
and dying now, the endless sky their tomb.
Rainclouds loom, seething with disdain
and seek to quench the hungry yellow grass.
Rain lashes through the mountain pass.

Rainwater sifts into the soil
and we do not forget.
Blood chapel-sacred, black as oil
and we do not forget.
Shrapnel is sown like seeds into the spoil
and we do not forget.
I think it's my best one ever. Is it?
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Travis Green Apr 2022
Strikingly Bright-Eyed, Powerful, And Tall Mulatto
His smoothness is a highly exhilarating enchantment
Streaming streamlined strength
Shimmering golden sensation
He pulls me into his mesmerizing mancave
Captures me in his deliciously superheated passion
His fiery excitable masculinity cripples me
Makes me sink deep into his liquid loving sweetness

His stillness is like the tranquil glassy seas
Like the vast, resplendent, and sun-kissed trees and leaves
He is a sparkling and tropic treasure
Immaculately unmappable, warm, and alluring
I want to feel his misty everlasting magicalness
His fresh, sensuous dazzlingness

Listen to him speak his astonishingly
Suave slang to my heart and soul
Electrify me all over, hold me imprisoned
In his sweet liquid lovingness
Strikingly bright-eyed, powerful, and tall mulatto
Exuberant, shrewd, and vigorous

I see prominent seamless stars in his expressive ebony eyes
He is so blazingly beauteous as an expansively dreamy flamingo
Remarkably blossoming lips
With bright, vivid hues like dragonfruit
He blooms boundlessly in my mind
He makes me eject perpetually inexpressible ecstasy
Sheer, blissful, and unquestionable perfection
Super sizzling electric immeasurableness
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Travis Green Oct 2021
Magic Mellow Mulatto
I am full of your love
I can’t take any more
Of your masculinity
When I rode on your
Giant-sized snake
I was calling out your name
My magic mellow mulatto
I was brimful of your
Salacious snake gravy
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Travis Green Oct 2021
Absorbing Mulatto Manufactory
How you draw me
Into your consuming charm
Your skin glittering like priceless pearls
Your eyes a halo of enchantment
Moving your lips in slow motion
Makes me crave to infiltrate
Your absorbing mulatto manufactory
And consume every piece of you
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Travis Green Apr 2022
Divine Shining Mulatto
Just to be with him in a moment of superheated spice
Intertwined in his enticingness, divine shining mulatto
I want to sink into his rich golden hotness
Swim in his strikingly dreamy deep seas
Unearth his perfectness, peruse his bright inner depths
Feel the sensual sweetness of his skin in unison with mine
Allow his appetizingly sublime magicalness to elevate my body
Cause my sensations to slip into gripping stupefaction
Make my heartbeat rise when he surprises me with his powerfulness
I ache to lay bare and powerless on his unbelievably
Bewitching beach where his sweet, thrilling ecstasy engulfs me
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Travis Green Mar 2022
Flawless Ardent Mulatto
I look at you so dreamily, and I see a clean, serene splendorous king
Deep beaming supreme features, flawless ardent mulatto
Fresh ****** ravishment, smooth, seductive lips
That makes me lose concentration, constantly craving to kiss them
Untamed champagne brown eyes that keep me mesmerized
Makes me so lost in a labyrinth of ecstasy
Makes me wanna melt in your flashy jazzy magic of rhapsody
To sink in your seamless gleaming temple
And stroke you in ways that make great captivating perspiration
Emerge from your youthful soothing flesh
Let me caress your massive, magnificent man *****
Your delicious intriguing armpits
Hypnotically tantalizing body hair that feels so magical to clasp
You make every desire within me burn more
As I immerse myself in the radiant pleasures of your enchantingness
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Tommy Johnson Dec 2014
The Hospital on Guerrero Street
The spitting image
Was just in spitting distance
When she pricked herself in the spindle
And fell into spinet
Then ended up in the hospital on Guerrero street

The two dunderheads
Compared biceps
Engaged in a ******* contest
Their **** was red, forgot they had eaten beets
Now they're on their way to the hospital on Guerrero street

The embezzling imbecile
Who invented mystery meat
Was selling cowlicks at the concession stand
He had a heart attack when a horse voiced mulatto paid him in coins with no cash value
Now he's on a pram in the hospital on Guerrero street

The improviser had a bright idea
And epiphany
There was a light bulb above his head
But he was taken by the under tow and got water logged
Now he's held up in the hospital on Guerrero street

The beggar women ******* from a rusty spigot
Who studied the doctrine but didn't read the document or get the memo
That she was due for a mammogram, she was distressed
She could barely make ends meet
So now she brings he tin can of pennies with her to the hospital on Guerrero street

Amidst the unfortunate
Amongst the idiots
There is me, the one who got his hand stuck in peanut jar
Sitting in the waiting room damning myself in the hospital on Guerrero street
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Travis Green Oct 2021
Hot Strong Mulatto
If you ever say that you love me
I will give you my heart
I won’t hesitate
Because when I see your hazel eyes
I know that I am one with your universe
That you are my hot strong mulatto
And I am your brown-eyed bombshell
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Travis Green Oct 2021
Clean Young Mulatto
You enchain me in your flaming
And vivid, sensual seduction
Showboat your dope soul
Your ostentatious swagger
Your thrilling tats
A clean young mulatto
With a smoking hot car
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Obadiah Grey Nov 2018
Jezzer,
Fully ambulatory with
onanist wrists,
neither whig,
nor tory,
nor communist,
he's loose lipped
loose hipped
quite well equipped,

he's bendy n trendy,
he's buff, n ripped.

not quite castrato
and gives good vibrato
to choirboys mulatto -
with belly button fluff.

Obi.
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ZL May 2014
Cooling of the Sun (for my favorite poet)
If I had a dad
he would be
Langston Hughes.

Jazz, daughter of
Mr. handsome blues
or Sir mulatto smooth.

heads would turn
as I stroll
the streets
looking pretty
while dancing
with the winds beats.

at sunset we would meet
laugh and retreat
cool us, in the heat.

Rhyming,
Singing,
and tapping our
Happy feets!
#dance #summer #dad #blues #jazz
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matthew scott harris Mar 2018
Roundup Time At The "FAKE" Not Okay Corral
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet

patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
     where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
     ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
     dutiful, and blissful (or at least

     prior to being sniffed out) innocent
     long time laborer on American soil now get
     ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
     (despite living social
     as law abiding righteous folks) fret

full, cuz unfairly punished, and
     cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
     pained visage non verbally articulates
     at un war rented deportation you bet!

with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
     and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts 

     with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
     and for good measure Mulatto twist,  
     where original writ (signed into law 
     by President John Adams in 1798), 
     historical footnote, aye cannot resist

spooking (like a ghost), those *** pill 
     born south of the border pooped and ******
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave 
     now frightfully get flushed out 

glad to feign dis guise 
     as one among select Geronimo cadre 
     we henchman lubricate 
     wheels of injustice myst
     tuff hie hiding dark shadows 
     (along the edge of night) 

     thence paddy wagon comes 
     to screeching halt nabbing 
     an "illegal alien" name on hit list 
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
     and score a win
     for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated

impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
     fearless to shackle ******* ranked big hest
catch also including ***** prize,
     as you correctly guessed.
#life #liberty #and #the #pursuit #of #happiness #my #***
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Mark Lecuona Jun 2016
I Am America
I am America
Conqueror
Conquered
Indentured
Old world roots
New world trees

I am America
To overcome
To transform
To dream
To live
To die

I am America
Native
Black
Brown
White
Mulatto

I am America
Soldier
Protestor
Fire
Healer
Flower

I am America
Christian
Jew
Muslim
Agnostic
Atheist

I am America
Master
Slave
Rich
Poor
Divided

I am America
Capitalist
Socialist
Environmentalist
Activist
Survivalis­t

I am America
Weak
Strong
Freedom
Dysfunction
Uncertain

I am America
Diverse
Tolerant
Racist
Hate
Love

I am America
So it is written
Natural born
Inalienable rights
Created equal
I am you
#america
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machina miller Dec 2016
shred
"Alright bro, it's time to access your most Tubular Chakras, pound a couple' healing quartz' and nail that bluntslide off the Infinite Moment

"I'm talking full Self-Actualization bro-
Straight-up, Enlightenment

"You're going to be telling ******* about that time you were in Nirvana, But wait-  
One can never falter from Nirvana once attained, Radical

"You are Metatron's Cube-
**Buzz me, Mulatto"
haha
#cherokeechicks #ericandre #legalizeranch
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Poetic Artiste Jul 2014
Missing You
Your perfect teeth and beautiful smile
Your freckles
Most of all
Your hugs
The feeling of melting in your arms
The smell of your curly hair
The warmth of your mulatto skin
The energy you would bring
The tighter the hold
The deeper I would sink

I Miss You :(

Is the view as gorgeous looking down as it is when I look up towards heaven?

R.I.P Beautiful
The good really do die young :(. You really did give the best hugs <3.
#love #friends #sad #heart #beauty #thoughts #heartache
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