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.
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Jabberwocky (
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Love is within each other and has no boundaries.
Andy
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