Marie's Security Blanket
"MARIE'S SECURITY BLANKET"
I told her she was
confused. I told
her she thought
she was black.
I told her she
lived like she was
black.
I told her she made
sounds, talked and
mimicked black
mannerisms.
she got mad at me
and in today’s
fight; she said
she didn’t want me
around her people
because they would
see just how I’d act.
“my people,”
defines:
“from those whom I
come, belong
socially or ethnically,
have much in common
or do similar things
alike!”
she told me I was
wrong.
she screamed at me,
returning the
communication
skills as she had
been taught by all
those that were
colored:
“you is a MUTHA-
F??KA who best
believe I am on
some real s??t up
in DIS B??CH.”
well now that I
know that,
I guess I must’ve
been mistaken.
by: Chicano Eddie
3.15.19
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2019
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