The Racial Divide
secrecy.
that’s the way
we were forced to love.
pent-up feelings from
years of silent admiration.
we love despite the difficulties.
Sneaky.
that’s the skills we were
forced to master.
prying eyes and chatty mouths
made us skillful at
evading gossipers
and
rumour mongers.
stronger.
that’s how our love grew.
we flourished in an
inglorious environment
with limited sunshine and
lots of moonlight.
we grew closer in more ways than one.
satisfied.
that’s how we feel,
after all these years
what didn’t break us,
made us stronger,
we survived longer than
the naysayers predicted.
scintillating.
that’s how we are today.
our love burns brighter and longer.
we outshine the midday sun
and rivals the full moon on the
darkest of nights.
this love is too bright
for the dimness of those who
sought to kill it.
what racial divide?
our love is survived!
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