Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
Everyone, including me, clapped our hands as Prince Ea came to the stage.
"Hello everyone, this poem is inspired by the recent tragedy that has happened in Charlottesville Virginia. But before we continue on, I would like to have a moment of silence for Heather Heyer. The woman who died a few weeks back, fighting for a good cause."
Everyone went silent, paying our respect.
Prince Ea cleared his throat and graced us with his poem.
"I am not Black I mean, that's what the world calls me, but it's not... me I didn't come out of my mother's womb saying, "Hey everybody, I'm... Black." No, I was taught to be black And you were taught to call me that Along with whatever you call yourself It's just a.... label
See, from birth the world force feeds us these.... labels And eventually, we all swallow them We digest and accept the labels, never ever doubting them But there's one problem: Labels are not you and labels are not me Labels are just ...labels But who we truly are is not... skin... deep See, when I drive my car, no one would ever confuse the car for.... me Well, when I drive my ....body, why do you confuse me for my... body? It's.... my ....body....get it? Not me
Let me break it down See, our bodies are just cars that we operate and drive around The dealership will call society decided to label mine the "black edition," Yours the "Irish" or "White edition" And with no money down, 0% APR, and no test drive We were forced to own these cars for the rest of our lives Forgive me, but I fail to see the logic or pride In defining myself or judging another by the cars we drive Because who we truly are is found inside
Listen, I'm not here to tell you how science has concluded that genetically we're all mixed And race in the human species doesn't exist Or how every historian knows that race was invented in the 15th century To divide people from each other and it has worked perfectly... No... I'm not here to lecture......."
Prince Ea went on with his poem, educating us on the problem of the world. We all gave him a round of applause as he finished.
"That was beautiful," I said, with tears in my eyes.
"Your crying," Levi states, wiping my eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a big baby," I said, scolding myself for crying.
"No your not." He says, pulling me into his embrace. "You're crying because you can relate to his words. It's okay to cry, Diana."
"I know," I whispered.
"Anyone wanna come up here?" The owner of the shop asked. "Spread your poetry to the world."
"Why don't you go up there," Levi suggests. "It'll cheer you up."
"Not gonna happen," I say, crossing my arms.
"Please," Levi begged, poking his lips out. He looked so sexy doing that.
"Nope."
"Let's make a deal."
"We already have a deal."
"Touche," Levi says, with a smirk. "Let's make a new one."
"What is it?"
"You go up there, and I'll give you a message."
I scoffed, "How do I know, that you give good massages?" I questioned.
"Just trust me....please." He said.
I huffed. "Fine, I'll go up there," I said, standing up.
"Looks like we have someone coming up." The owner says. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Diana," I responded.
"Please welcome, the lovely Diana to the stage."
"Hi everyone, this is a short poem I wrote. It's called, old girl." I took a breath.
"I was the good girl, The girl that was committed to everything, And then you came Breaking down my walls, Making me feel weak. No matter how much you apologized for every slap, for every punch, for every kick I felt weak and ashamed. So I took it upon myself to make myself happy. I took those pills to take away the pain. But I ignored the outcome because at that moment I wasn't worried about dying, I was worried about getting away from the ones, who hurt me the most."
The sound of people clapping took me out of my little trance. Walking off the stage I took my seat next to Levi.
"Let's go for a walk," Levi suggests. I nodded my head, agreeing. We walked out of the small shop, continuing our path to nowhere in particular.
"Do you remember this place?" Levi asks. I laugh taking in my surroundings.
"How can I forget, this is where we met."
Levi takes my hand into his. "Your a hard person to read, Diana."
"But."
"But, that doesn't mean I won't figure you out."
"You won't," I said, leaning on the bridge railings.
"I will," Levi says, moving closer to me.
Smirking I ask, "Are you trying to kiss me, Mr. Green."
"Maybe." He says, wrapping his hands around my waist. "Maybe not."
He leaned in a little closer, our foreheads touching. He kissed me and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.
His hand rested below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as our breaths mingled. I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.
Levi pulled away from the kiss, smiling like crazy. "I like you." He finally says.
"I like you too."
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Music: I am not black, you are not white.
This chapter was inspired by the recent trauma, that has happened in Charlottesville Virginia. I honestly cannot believe, that white supremacy groups can even protest. But it's America, so I'm not surprised. It's sickening to see that only 《P.O.C》 can be called a terrorist when havoc happens.
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Sorry for any grammar errors.
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