To some, the prospect of a black man dating a white woman leads to a highly valuable commodity. Single-handedly, or should I perhaps say through holding hands, my relationship ends racism. People believe that our relationship is an indicator of living in a post-racial world but that very assumption goes against that very ludicrous statement. If we truly lived in such a world, my race nor his race would matter. Yet it does, significantly. Surprisingly, (sarcasm) to people who are not even a part of it.
While waiting for the associate to check the back stock, I began to scan through the shelves and found How To Be Black. As I glossed through the first two pages, I found myself laughing (out loud) for real, not the “I will type lol with a stone cold face” way. This was enough to warrant its purchase.
erhaps Timothy is an alien learning our language and has finally fostered a friendship with Phillip that is worthy enough to refer to Phillip by his full name rather than young boss. The unwarranted emphasis on the pronunciation of “Philip” is probably what reminds you of E.T., yet this is not a relationship involving extraterrestrials. This is a relationship between a black man and a [bratty] white boy.
A while ago I wrote a poem entitled, “Are You Okay?” and shared it with my boyfriend as it was a
In elementary school I learned my primary colors,
Yet black and white were never a part of this list,
But our society revolves around these colors.
Black and white are just two more categories.
A systematic way to create sectionalized territories.
A way to reduce humans to colors that were never primary
All while making other colors appear secondary.
I saw a dead pigeon on the side of the road. She dresses to impress him, Hoping that her clothes
We went out one evening for a picnic, But you already decided that it would be him that you would