Mama doesn't know

by Yakari Gabriel   May 1, 2012


This poem was written for an Art Challenge
on matters of race, written from the perspective
of a white girl, in love with a dark boy.
its not a true story, I made it up.

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my nails grew a little this week,
so It backfired to the thought
of how comfortable I am lately.

See,whenever I'm stressed
I bite them like a little white rabbit
chewing on a carrot, its a habit
that just like a birthmark I can't get rid off.

they look pretty,
I feel womanly and lady like
parading my long nails
for the very first time.

when he kissed my hands yesterday,
he noticed them too
He's always been observant
guess that's why I fell so hard,
him with his darkness,
that midnight colored chest that keeps me at ease.
chocolate colored lips. big, like his heart.

Mama doesn't know about us,
she said that God forbid
I ever bring black men home.
to not ruin the beauty of her blue eyed family
with the hideousness of the dark.
that she doesn't want dark
children running around her house.

But I don't care what mama thinks.
If we weren't born to mix,
then why are
chocolate-vanilla cones so delicious?..

Don't worry mama,
they will be children running around
but the thing is,
they'll be mine...not yours.

I can't let go of this darkness,
I'm in love, his night is enchanting.

....he's so much more than a skin color.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    I love this opening, it gives me an insight of what to expect in your poem. The idea of biting nails reminds me of myself. I do that when I have a lot of anxiety. The idea that the nails have grown does say at that moment, this person was content.

    This whole poem is amazing. I love the image of two people falling in love for the sake of love rather than physical appearance. I know that this isn't a true story but the thing is, it could be. There are so many people out there who's lives are changed for the better because they are in love which is magical. Then someone else would try to break that love for stupid reasons such as colour, race or religion. I think that has to do with people not understanding others, being afraid of the different. I think you have penned this so well that the emotions feel like they are coming from you even though they are not.

    Awesome write!!!

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    You have written a powerful piece here.... I'm a grandma of 2 beautiful boys.... I call them my mocha babies :-) This poem reminded me when my daughter first told me of the boy who first stole her heart....although I wasn't like the mother in this poem.... I told her... I don't care if hes blue, or purple with polka dots... if he treats you good and makes you happy.... then I'm happy....

    I love your ending line... sighs.... awesome poem!!!!!!!!!!!!

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