The Color of Death (cont'd)

The Color of Death

I stand behind the tree

I see them

Hand in hand

He left me for her?

Her stick skinny legs entwined

with his on the park bench

Her milk chocolate skin touching his

His smooth lips caress her forehead

He disgusts me

This shoudln't be allowed - this relationship

Stealing our men from right under our noses

She's probably using him for his money

She's up to no good

I just know it

I see their breath in the cold air

as it floats in the sky

Her hand flirtasiouly touches his thigh
His comforting hand holds her shoulder

It's not fair

She seems perfect

I told him he would regret leaving me

And for a black girl at that

I stand behind the tree

The cold barrel of the gun in my jacket

The Color of Death

I wrote this poem (above) in creative writing. We each got a picture from a magazine and had to write something about it. I got an interracial couple. But this picture is different. The people in my picture are walking in the snow and the woman is standing behind the tree. I read an article about this in the news. A newlywed Interracial couple in cali was bound, beaten, and shot just for being with each other. Police thought it was a robbery gone bad, but the murders wrote racial slurs on their walls. Police thought that only white people could commit a racial crime, but it was really 4 black men. It's a shame that some of us only look at the color of the skin instead of what's inside.

The whole story: http://araceagainsttime.blogspot.com/

IM SIXTEEN

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