You were their Princess, their Queen.
The One they admired, loved, and desired.
Still most felt undeserving.
Overwhelmed by your presence,
The Feminine Power of unpretentious sexuality
Your Physical beauty,
You were beyond their reach.
But in the end
They hated you
For your love for me.
For your attraction for a Black Man.
For your attraction for a Nigger!
In their hate
They tarnished you forever.
How could the Black Man
How could the Nigger have
What only a few of them could have
Most of them
Could only fantasize about having?
No matter how physically beautiful
He may or may not have been
He was still a Black Man!
He was still a Nigger.
After you left.
Was forced to leave
The undeniable inexplicable
Spasmotic jerk that accompanied
Every vociferous denial
Was fraught with dishonesty and
Poorly disguised hate and unabated venom.
"It didn't bother me."
One of them said.
"I just heard she was promiscuous."
What else could explain your attraction to me?
I liked you enough
And loved you enough
We had never happened.