Blood Diamonds

December 20, 2017
By Anonymous

My father always told me
only a diamond is able to break
its own kind.
My devotion to you,
a diamond,
I thought I was infatuated
never settled by just one touch.

I glide from your words,
your laugh that heals my wounds,
the grin that radiates the path
for where I go.

Even at my worst,
you see the best,
giving me affection,
encouraging me to fly
in this world that
always holds us down.

The dictator of our love;
he murders my hope,
protesting your dark skin that
caresses my ivory cheek.
His poison kills our touch.

My lips now sealed,
caging in my laugh,
resisting my lust for you,
preventing my heart
from speaking its mind.
He is the only diamond
able to break my love.

The author's comments:

I hope that the readers of my poem will understand how discrimination can impact not only the people who are discriminated against, but the people who love and care for them as well.

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