Where the bluest of ocean meets pink skies on the horizon.
Rainbow Raindrops capsizing; The morning sun rising.
These interaction of hues, are of satisfaction to you?
You say yes, But I know your attraction's untrue.
The mixed green and light blue, of a mornings fresh dew.
The black night changing to, the white moonlight's debut.
Through and through; I cant see how one could draw this view:
That when its nature, its beauty. But when its skin, it's taboo.
All too true. We're Like a 'facial-formation', to be honest,
Our interracial-relation causes people to 'frown' on-us.
Cuz they keep bigoted minds shut-tight like an eye-lid
And fidget with the twines of anything hy-brid.
For they love the blossom of deep purple, and would never wish to fade-it.
But forget it was blue and red petals that came together to create-it.
May not fit-in ur-group if one's peach and another's brown
But we stick-to-our-'roots', since we 'hold eachother down'.
Feelings deep, you can't dodge it; you just can't dislodge it
Why must ours be a battle between love and logic?
Love says: "Ive been there since the first time you kissed-him"
Logic says: "You cant marry a muslim and a Christ-ian."
But forget-them, and fuck that whole world they exist-in,
For if we were resisting, look what we'd be missing.
Tho he has different hues in the hint of his face,
I wouldnt fix them to match; not a tint nor a trace.
Even tho if they did, we would be more accepted
But why wish change on somethin already perfected.
I see his true colors, and there's nothing Id trade
For together, we make the most beautiful shade.
An amazing piece of poetry, definatly deserved of its spot here in the pooetry legends, great emotion and descriptive imagery, a great piece of poetry from one of RBs dopest poetic writers. Good piece girl. - Vex!
