The Beauty of Color
Is it the curly q’s in her beautiful hair
Those rich full lips
The brown in her eyes
The switch of her hips?
Is it the golden hue of her undertones
Can you get lost in the thought of her?
Lost in the thought of me?
Is it those piercing green eyes
Against a fiery red mane
The freckles adored by others
That have often brought her pain
Is the softness of her smile?
Can you get lost in the thought of her?
Lost in the thought of me?
Does the white of her locks
Demand respect and adoration
Or the wrinkle around her eyes
Reflecting a life of fascination
Is it the years of selflessness?
Can you get lost in the thought of her?
Lost in the thought of me?
We are wonderfully made
A perfect creation
Each colored each shade
Worthy of celebration
Can I get lost in the thought of You?
Can you be lost in the thought of Me?
Absolutely.
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Authors note: I originally published this with no explanatory note, after a conversation with my partner in which we both agreed that no one would think these were my views, it was sufficiently over the top for it to be evidently a caricatured collection of some of the "microaggressive" things that can be said by people of one race to those of another. And lets be clear, I had in mind a white man talking to a black man in a country in which white is the majority. I wrote this after a conversation I had at work about the idea of microaggressions, in which we thought about who they were micro for - for the speaker, each of these comments may feel "micro", for the receiver, maybe not. I chose some of these lines carefully and deliberately, most of them are things I have heard said. But I wanted to come back and make absolutely clear that this is not a poem representing my views. We thought I didn't need to, but perhaps its not actually so very over the top as a caricature. Perhaps its a little too close to the bone. Perhaps that I would assume otherwise is in itself an illustration of my privilege.
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