My skin is like vanilla frosting His skin is like chocolate cake Sure love can be somewhat exhausting But loving him is not a mistake So eyes, glossed like glass, can stare all they do Because what I’m about to say is entirely true Love does not have a certain color Race does not prevent us from being lovers I love him for who he is, not what color his skin happens to be And he feels exactly the same for me But I do love the way his skin shines And the way he is always on my mind The way we both can relate in any way We can be serious, sad, or happy and play We frown, we cry, we grin, we laugh, we smile and scream And every night, no matter what, he’s always in my dreams He would die for me and I would die for him So why should it matter the color of our skin? Exactly, it doesn’t and it never will Words and looks can hurt but do not kill So stare all you want, say all you want, it will not destroy our friendship, love and care.. Coz I love being white my baby is black and together We become one..clourblind
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 11:42:02 +0000
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