Interracial Pain

Black, white, red, yellow, brown
they saw colors
we didn't.

Told us we would outgrow one another, that was a lie.

They saw two people from two different worlds.
We saw one world with one view - love.

Who were they to try to disturb calm seas?
Who were they who claimed to look out for our best interest?

They were fearful of the message, the bigger picture.
They feared change, we didn't.

Love has no limits, no boundaries.
It isn't self-serving, cowardly, emotional, hostile, white or black.

I loved him, he loved me.

Notice past tense.

For wide open eyes that just stared as we walked, talked won in the long run.
Quiet whispers, eye rolls, hate planted seeds in young minds in the short-run.

How long, how long did we have to fight them about us?

Crying behind closed doors, tears wetting sheets.
Heavy hearts we had back then. The pain just too deep.

Pressure seemed to weigh on our hearts, our minds.
It wasn't enough anymore to say, "Love conquers all."

We had grown weary, tired of the spotlight.

Decades strolled by while we cleansed our minds, hearts of memory.

We see black and white everyday holding hands.

He on one side of the world and I on the other.

While holding a woman that looks like him and I holding a man that looks like me, we think, "That couple could have been us. That couple should have been us!"

But we were no longer color blind.