clothing as protection/chameleon

it was the night
im surrounded,
i came and left with
good company.
alone in the bathroom.
this persons hands around my neck,
trying
"girl whoever has been fucking you must be using a toothpick, you fucking pussy is tight"


if i say
any thing
they'll just laugh.
they all will just laugh

cause studs don't get sexually harassed, doll.

looking past and deeper

when i walk into a room, i seek out color. if i happen to walk into a "white" establishment, only then do i begin to feel alone and claustrophobic. but if i walk into a room where i see people of all different races mixed into a predominately white crowd, i take joy in every colored face i see and for every colored eye i meet. to be separatist out of hate is wrong, but to be separatist out of NEED TO FORM COMMUNITY then yes, go on my friend and look for and embrace those people that look like you. i can not say that i hate white people, but i will say that ignorance is the heaviest of fogs, the kind that makes is hard to breathe, see and hear. a fog that makes your friend walking alongside you disappear. its your choice whether or not the sun will be allowed to break through. you create your heaven and hell and i CHOOSE to have the sun in my world. i CHOOSE to see people as people. and i am not going to let you tell me that my "race" is going to stop me. from having a memorable and hopefully intelligent conversation at least once throughout my day or night. and when i run into someone that is lost in their fog, hopefully my words will have some meaning.

-L