BLACK GIRLA Poem by xxxrawr_friendxxxI am absolutely SICK of being talked down to because of race, especially by someone that is no better than I am. As a non-binary gendered, non-hetero black woman, things get rough sometimes.
we walk down the streets
confident, pride in our step hand in hand as the eyes flicker to us, creep away slowly and back to us "did you see them?" i whisper you assure me it's probably nothing i am a minority. i never understood fully what that meant. it means i cannot love who i love without getting looks or uncertainty or disgust you sit in your houses on your computers and you say, "racism? that so 1960s." and while you're doing this im out, standing up for daily f*****g life. i haven't done anything wrong yet i suffer from the soft statements "he must have jungle fever" "look at that 'oreo'" "how did that black w***e land him?" "nothing but n****r p***y" AND IT HURTS. IT HURTS it stings like a thousand bees upon my chest and the stings never go away you don't know because it's never happened to you you can't know because you're white. i am privileged as privileged as a BLACK woman can get i take what you throw at me and i make the best of it but my love for someone who has it a little better than me, solely based on skin, will never end. © 2014 xxxrawr_friendxxxReviews
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Authorxxxrawr_friendxxxMelancholy Hill, Plastic BeachAboutsabrina // alabama feel what you need to feel to make yourself whole - more..Writing
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