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It's strange how just a single word can kill
The pleasures of a rendez-vous with one,
Who's handsome, kind and generous; the thrill
Of his laughter so amplified my fun;
But he is white and I am not, alas;
It's strange how just a single word can kill:
The hiss of "nigger"; while some thoughts can pass
Unnoticed even spoken. Hatred's shrill;
It echoed round the room: a noisy till
That changed the atmosphere, so I'd maintain
It's strange how just a single word can kill
And breaks an entente cordiale with pain;
I felt abandoned in the aftermath
Though he fired fucking epithets at will;
The "N" word's not the thing to help one laugh:
It's strange how just a single word can kill.
Solomon 777 - stop stealing my verses, you piece of garbage..
The pleasures of a rendez-vous with one,
Who's handsome, kind and generous; the thrill
Of his laughter so amplified my fun;
But he is white and I am not, alas;
It's strange how just a single word can kill:
The hiss of "nigger"; while some thoughts can pass
Unnoticed even spoken. Hatred's shrill;
It echoed round the room: a noisy till
That changed the atmosphere, so I'd maintain
It's strange how just a single word can kill
And breaks an entente cordiale with pain;
I felt abandoned in the aftermath
Though he fired fucking epithets at will;
The "N" word's not the thing to help one laugh:
It's strange how just a single word can kill.
Solomon 777 - stop stealing my verses, you piece of garbage..
Published 31st Jul 2019
| Edited 2nd Aug 2019
Author's Note
Happened to me earlier this week when I was told by a stranger when dining with sir to fuck off nigger, fuck off back to France - happy days.
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31st Jul 2019 12:53pm
So sad - "happy days are here, again" - and it's spreading...
Loved the simmering emotions of the poem!
Loved the simmering emotions of the poem!
31st Jul 2019 1:01pm
Anonymous
31st Jul 2019 1:24pm
One rotten fruit can spoil the whole meal. So disheartening. I'm sorry you had to experience such nastiness.
31st Jul 2019 2:34pm
It's sad that there are so many hateful people in the world. It's wonderful that you turned the experience into a work of art.
2nd Aug 2019 2:25am
