Black
Beautiful girl, if you could see your face
The way your eyes meet at your nose
The possession of your toes
Black
Beautiful girl, if you could hear your voice
It is loud
It is coarse
It isn’t pretty
It is perfect.
Black
Beautiful girl, if you could tell them now
(The figures that still haunt you from time to time)
If you could show them how perfect
And political
And delicate
And strong
And bright
And textured
And emotional
And undeniably wonderful
The sight and sound and smell and taste of your pleasure is
They would have chose it every time
Instead of your pain.
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Tyler Holmes
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La Raza
The bell on the door twinkled, signifying another late-night weekend customer. The boy always felt a bit uneasy working this late alone at his father’s shop, but he remembered his father’s words, “I’m proud of the man you’re becoming. I couldn’t run the shop without you.” It was the closest thing to “I love you” he had ever received from him. As the customer came into his field of vision, behind the counter the boy took stock. The man was skinny, and he was sweating. He moved in a skittish manner like some sort of feral animal. Regardless of his father’s words, it was scary to work at the shop alone at eleven years old.
By Tyler Holmes5 years ago in Families
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