Re: Poem - Forbidden Love
- I absolutely love that poem of yours, and I PRAY you're right
about my son. Unfortunately, I have been a single mother for
the majority of his life and he, too, looks at me as being
JUST White. Coming from him, though, it really just hurts my
feelings... as opposed to making me angry. He's almost 17 and
so head-strong (no clue where he gets that, lolol;), it's crazy.
Despite the fact that I have always raised him to identify with
ALL aspects of his heritage, he identifies solely as Black. I
believe the reason for this is, because... when we moved to the
area we live now, there were two predominant ethnicities ...
African-American/Multiracial and Caucasian. He has always
had mainly African-American/Multiracial friends, and
he/his friends took a lot of crap from White people here.
We live in the old South, and one thing I learned early on, is
... despite what many people say, it is still VERY racist here.
Talk about ignorant! It's a far cry different than the big,
east coast, inner-city we used to live in=0 I also have a
girlfriend, here, who is Multiracial (her family traces back
to the Melungeon- sp.?- culture) and LOOKS it, but most of
the White people here consider her White. She hates that, and
I can totally identify. It's, like, certain people just look
at you, and- in an instant- size you all up, and you are what
they want you to be. Very annoying;( I've always said... if
White people really knew their geneological background, they
might really be in for a shock! I know, I WAS;) Thanks, again=)
In Generation-Mixed@yahoogroups.com, "Pierre" <pierrejefferson2007@...> wrote:
Heather thankyou for the comment on my poem 'Forbidden Love'
in reading these accounts and experiences in your life I can see
why this poem opened windows and painful memories being Multiracial
and dating other races of men. Looking Caucasian and feeling these
deep bonding to darker races isn't easy in a racially devided society.
Interracial dating is just as difficult many times as interracial
marriage! Its going against the angry faces and words that are
confronting you day after day. The Cherokee part of you wants
to spring free! and be seen for its beauty also and acknowledged.
Your son has a rich and colorful history to grow up with.
May he grow up with great strength and deep depth into who
and what he has been blessed with as a Multiracial child.
Love reading your experiences): stay strong and aware
for Truth will always be hated by those who fear it.
"Heather" <heather21230@> wrote:
Amazing!!! I'm speechless (for once;)! This is absolutely... honest. I can sooooooo identify with your poem (the interracial aspect of it). To everyone who sees me, I look (and am labeled "white"). Actually, I am part caucasian, part cherokee indian. I was adopted, so... for many years (into my late 20's), I thought I was only white. I always knew I was different... looked different, felt different, etc. I just couldn't put a finger on it, until I searched for and met part of my biological family. That explained A LOT! Now that I know, at least, this much of my heritage, I will never identify as white again. Since high school, I have dated only black/or multiracial men. It just feels comfortable to me, and that happens to be who I'm most attracted to. Not that I would purposefully not date men of other ethnicities... it's just the way it works out. The majority of my girlfriends (after high school) are black or of mixed-race. The caucasian friends I do have tend to be more liberal and open-minded than those who would not be. I also have a son who is multiracial... handsome, very intelligent and loved by everyone. I HATE IT when people are so ignorant to the reality of interracial relationships and love. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that people can be so evil. I absolutely feel for the couple in your poem. Been there, done that! I remember a situation, in early high school, when I secretly had a black boyfriend. A member of my family found out (that he was black- not that he was my boyfriend), and completely lost it! They said, because of his name (Jermaine), they KNEW he was black. They, of course, assumed I was "in love" with him and that were were "together." I lied, and said we were only friends. I was called a liar and treated like garbage. Back then, I just didn't get it. Later on, I HATED that member of the family. Our "relationship" is strenuous, to say the least, today. When we moved to where we live now, my son and his friends (mostly black) take a lot of racist crap from people here. It's very sad. Adults, kids, teenagers... they've all said awful, ugly things to them- FOR NO REASON... other than the fact that they're not white. It's sad... really sad. I just continue to tell my son, that... there are a lot of really ignorant people out there, and as long as you know who you are... there's no real need to be concerned with what others think of you. I also tell him not to stoop to their level (say mean things back, fight, etc.), because it makes you look just as ignorant as they are. Life as an interracial couple/multiracial person is definitely not easy. That's why I love this group and value each and every person here. We need to stick together... if, for no other reason than for support. Thanks, again, Pierre, for the TOUCHING poem! You rock!!!!! Heather
pierre jefferson <pierrejefferson2007@> wrote:
I saw a white boy and a black girl
sitting by the brook,
It was so strange and unusual
I had to take a second look,
They were holding hands and smiling
inside of a world all their own,
To see such love between two races
was something I've never known,
She was black as night and
he was white as day,
They seemed to look right through me
as I began to walk their way,
Their eyes were glued together
like a sun set against the sea,
Inside a forbidden world
that had no room for me,
Her eyes were dark as ginger
and his were blue as the sky,
They looked like two fugitives in love
as they saw me drifting by,
The contrast of their forms created a silhouette
I will never forget,
How I longed just to say hello
to two people I never met,
Then they vanished into the hill side
like Autumn leaves across the grass,
To interracial couples I thought
how long will their relationship LAST.
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Pierre Andre 2009