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At the time, though, I just wasn’t sure I could survive the stresses of marrying a husband – to build an interracial marriage – and willingly own and combat the horrors of racism. I’m positive I made the right decision to marry my husband.
Below is the poem entitled Interracial Love Poem which was written by poet Ken Carroll. However, please remember, Poetry Soup is a place of encouragement and growth.
“I believe in recognizing every human being as a human being--neither white, black, brown, or red; and when you are dealing with humanity as a family there's no question of integration or intermarriage.
It's just one human being marrying another human being or one human being living around and with another human being.” ― Malcolm X, “So,” Lauren said.
And again, as I married him, I looked to her words for affirmation – that if I wanted love, As a brown girl in an affluent world, with parents who hated each other and a personality too sensitive for all it, Maya Angelou was an angel that touched me at 12 years old. She was beaten and raped and scarred, commanding beauty all the while. A year before my wedding, a friend and I went to see Maya Angelou speak at The Cashman Field Center here in Las Vegas. On my wedding day, as we navigate the roads of interracial marriage, when becoming a ferocious mother raising multiracial children and so many time since that day 5 years ago, I summon the courage that Maya Angelou walked in.
And when I failed at replicating her year long silence as a child, I fell even deeper in love with her as I tried to emulate her perseverance. For as long as I live I will look back on that experience with gratitude. She was much taller and bigger than I expected for a woman her age. Thank you for being the mother to all daughters, Maya Angelou.
But what was a young orphaned girl with little education to do when she had to fend for three of her younger siblings? If she had, he wondered whether she'd liked it or hated it.
As she watched the waves hit the shores, she noticed a young handsome man staring at her from a distance.” ― Nya Wampaze, “In 1967, only 4% of Americans approved of interracial marriage, yet the Supreme Court dismissed the desire of 96% of Americans who did not support it in order to preserve the rights of the minority.” ― Kathy Baldock, “This was the woman Narasimhan had married, as opposed to whatever girl from Madras his family wanted for him.
Our color entangles within our arms we dance in meadows taboo we kiss in the soft tall grass crushing daisies with our naked bodies..
we speak bliss and love with our tongues a language not even her African ancestors would understand creating magic in our stolen moments as our bodies yearn to satisfy the other..
A distinct odor of cigarette smoke fills the air as I enter a small gay bar hidden in one of the less desirable neighborhoods of Jackson, Mississippi.
Smoking was banned in Mississippi bars a few years ago, but the scent still lingers like a stain that can never quite come out.
The Klan website advises That we don’t mix the rainbow and Keep the races pure So with this advice I Decided to date A White Girl My eighth Irish Isn’t the problem It’s my half black That isn’t following The rules But how bad could it be? Quixotically Yours : "My eighth Irish/ isn't the problem/ it's my half black/ that isn't following/ the rules" What a killer two stanzas!