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there are nights when I feel white

learning & unlearning

By Veronica Published 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
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There are nights when I feel white

I wish I didn’t

The way she looked

And laughed

My ass

Didn’t move that way

But I still gave it

Cause I loved

Being with these

Women

God

They were so powerful

But I knew she couldn’t

Wouldn’t stay

Next to me

So I felt like I

Should apologize

And immediately

She couldn’t

Handle

Or deal

Or even

Explain

And I knew

I was out

And I felt so sad

I wanted nothing more

Than to hug

Her and they

Busted their asses in the air

I loved her

But I didn’t understand

And every word

I spoke

Was against everything I believed in

Or was it?

Was I that ignorant?

I have so much to learn....

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About the Creator

Veronica

I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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