I don’t care for the colour of your skin
I don’t care if a girl kisses a girl or
A man kisses and man.
What I care about is that you are human.
A person exactly like me
You might not be my kind of white
But that doesn’t bother me
I’m a straight women but I understand the attraction of the female form like I’m attracted to the male counterpart
You are a work of art no matter your pigment or sexual orientation.
Black, White, in between,
Bi, Trans, gay, straight
These are all just words people use as hate
And I’m sick to death of it.
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Charlotte Fay is a Freelance Writer and Poet from Kent, UK. You can find her on Instagram: @charlofay and her books are available from Amazon in paperback and ebook.
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Charlotte Fay
Rambling outdoors & writing about it. Love a good adventure. Passionate about holistic wellness & the natural environment. Studying a Wildlife Ecology & Conservation Degree. I also love to write about a variety of subjects that interest me.
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