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 © | Year Posted 2019

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