She didn’t like my brown body
She actually liked other white girls who like country music
She didn’t like my brown body rants
She didn’t like my practical brown political anger
She didn’t like to listen to me
Except when I moaned
She didn’t like going home smelling like me
She didn’t like sleeping in my bed
She liked sleeping in my room
She didn’t like the clutter in my room
Refused to help the clutter in her mind
She didn’t like my brown body hair that I refused to shave
She didn’t like that I eventually put my friends before her
But at that point I had decided that
My friends like me
I like me
I love my brown body
I realized that I did not need another body to make my own feel good
I had to show my brown body radical self love
That she wouldn’t like nor understand
So white woman non-feminist lover
I had to stop loving on you
So I could start loving on me
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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Comments (3)
A heartbreaking realization. I’m so sorry you had to go through trying to believe in someone who didn’t truly see you, and therefore having to let the version of them you thought existed go
Never burn yourself to keep others warm. - African proverb
This is powerful. I've been in similar situations where you realize you need to prioritize self-love over someone who doesn't appreciate you. It's not easy, but it's necessary.