PAD Challenge Day 8 (Two-for-Tuesday): "black romance" and "CoLoRbLiNd DiMeNsIoNs"

 

PAD Challenge Day 8 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a love poem and/or anti-love poem.


black romance

 

IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK

It would say that you are

THE BEST MAN at loving me.

 

There are no TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME 

games or one of us WAITING TO EXHALE

Because we know a BOOMERANG is real

And this is REALLY LOVE, we can’t even

locate A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE.

 

To the SOUTHSIDE WITH YOU,

we ride like QUEEN & SLIM

through PURPLE RAIN and

burnt orange moons.

 

BEYOND THE LIGHTS,

You give LOVE JONES;

I give POETIC JUSTICE.

I am your MAHOGANY;

You are JUST WRIGHT.

And we are simply 

BROWN SUGAR for life.

 

 

CoLoRbLiNd DiMeNsIoNs


 Y

Can’t’

You see

Love is missing

It has a color deficiency

Not one size available to fit all

Not one bit of true colors in sight

There are zero estimates of humanity

Ears are extra small to one’s freedom strive

Eyes can’t spot the medium of the glass ceiling in politics

Egos are too big for a little small in respect, morality and civilization

Arms and legs too fragile and disproportionate to slip on and in justice

So society spandex genocide and bullying while hate speech, hate crimes

and hate groups grow extra-large as scapegoating, producing ethnic cleansing,

and bashing against DEI becomes extra, extra-large per diem

 

 

D'ElegantOne

 



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