MY WHITE EX-LOVER
A Letter to my Ex-Caucasian Lover on his Birthday
An intrinsic poem for people of colour
Each morning I wake up with you on my mind
And great throbbing pains in my heart
We had shared our first kiss under the bougainvillea
Those days when I was only but a seedling
We had spent great moments together
Now we’re miles apart
Separated by the same thing we both wanted
Years have gone by, leaving me with the feeling off being wanted
He has moved on
But I’m stuck
November would forever be our month
Its indelible mark was just the beginning of my brunt
I remember the third of November
was filled with wonders I’m afraid would last forever
but only in my heart
You said we would forever be close
How had we grown apart?
How did you allow racial difference to be a dividing rule?
Didn’t you say if true love was a crime then you wanted to be wanted?
I heard that you’ve found a white girl
This coloured human is hurting, but not because she is a black girl
but because her black heart had learnt to love only you
It still yearns and pants after you
Lemme ask again
Was it your mom?
Or was it you dad?
It must have been the society?
What didn’t I do right?
I had gone against my family’s warnings didn’t I?
They had warned me you would leave me heartbroken, didn’t they?
They said we wouldn’t work
And all you did was prove them right
Wasn’t I good enough for you?
Were you scared of being affiliated with little mulattoes?
But you had fallen in love with one
Or so I thought?
How’re your white kids?
Hope you’re proud of them?
I don’t have any kids yet
Not sure I ever will
You taught me a lot about love
even if you couldn’t give it all to me
You wanted nothing more than ever to put a stop to this mentality
but how did you intend to fight it
when you couldn’t realize
the change begins with you?