My relationship with you resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what you will do and should never get lost in distraction. Something about the game of chess is you must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. You should never make a move based on predictions, based on what move you opponent will make, otherwise in the end when you must revert to your own strategy you will be trapped.
I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what move you will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? Or are they based on how pretty my face is? I may wear bright red lipstick and cat eyes now but what if I were to revert back to my old ways? When black spread across my eyes and lips? Are you really as so shallow as to drop your emotions and run? To forget me as fast as one can snap their fingers? I never dress that way anymore because im afraid to know if your shallow. One side of me wants diversity in style and the other still wants to please you.
Right now I know you fairly well, not to the extreme but still enough to know that your different...didn't I say that? Your different so why am I afraid?
short poem sorry ^u^
I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what move you will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? Or are they based on how pretty my face is? I may wear bright red lipstick and cat eyes now but what if I were to revert back to my old ways? When black spread across my eyes and lips? Are you really as so shallow as to drop your emotions and run? To forget me as fast as one can snap their fingers? I never dress that way anymore because im afraid to know if your shallow. One side of me wants diversity in style and the other still wants to please you.
Right now I know you fairly well, not to the extreme but still enough to know that your different...didn't I say that? Your different so why am I afraid?
short poem sorry ^u^
Is it okay to be
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
More belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
You that I don't
Love you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
love me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like you who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted you I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami love me?
Do you know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
More belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
You that I don't
Love you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
love me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like you who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted you I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami love me?
Do you know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)