He said he loved the colour of my skin
As it hits the light
Exotic he said, caramel? Colour of sand?
And it took me like a flight
He never said that again when the purple
He caused was on my eye
And then he kept saying “My love, My love,
I’d never do this again ‘till I die”
I pittered, I pattered
My face full of confusion,
I don’t believe, I don’t see
I love a man, But I love myself in addition
So I walk away, I leave
I knew and saw beauty in her eyes
And she looked at mine with a question
She said “you loved a man and you cried
so is your love for me a discretion?”
I said, “No, darling. Don’t you get it?
I see you with nothing but pure affection.
Why does it matter if I loved a man?
My love for you is transparent adulation”
She pittered, she pattered,
Her face full of confusion.
She doesn’t believe, she doesn’t see
I could love a man but I can love her in addition.
So she walks away, she leaves
Im left with myself
And I realise the love I need was somewhere else
I loved a man, I loved a woman
But society tells me something else
So here I am, Im done, Im finished
Im walking away, a person any less.