“Dusky”

Jabberwocky

 

Nothing was about her race,

‘Cept her race against her devils.

Her black flesh wrapping all around

Selfs fiendish mental riddles.

 

Those looks I gave her now and then

Not seeing just her skin

But the woman struggling

To be whole from within.

 

And if I liked to see sometimes

Her dark make pale of me;

That was loves aesthetics

And ne’er supremacy.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2021 17:58
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  • Goldfinch60

    Love is within each other and has no boundaries.

    Andy



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