I made love to Tallulah with a black desire
in a white bed pristinely purged of black.
The children are black,
reflecting black,
like the suns shadow
on a wishful black summers fantasy.
Our apartment is a black wonder
in a picturesque
urban doll house complex,
the only black corner
in an irresistible white space
the darkest slot/ a black ruin.
The light gushing through
couldn’t redeem our
black features/ it wasn’t our black sun,
nor these our shadows,
but the suns shadow.
Outside everyday,
we’d attract a
fleet of white scorn;
they believed we came from
our estranged slave niggers
who stained the atlantic black,
who’s conclusions
were that of black.
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