They Hate Seeing Us Together
The thing you have to realize,
my wife and I don’t look the same,
some would say we’re different ‘races,’
but I find that concept inane.
Some hate seeing us together,
since our skin is of different shades,
the dirty looks are annoying,
but at least those folks stay away.
What’s worse is my wife’s family,
who don’t bother to hide their words,
they’ve made it clear they don’t approve,
I find their objections absurd.
They say people will be taking,
speaking ill of my wife and I,
saying we couldn’t find a mate
amongst the ranks of ‘our own kind.’
They think people will look at us,
and one of us will be suspect,
that some will think we did this all
because we’re lacking self-respect.
They say that we will be dismissed
as a fetish, a passing phase;
that divorce is in our future
once this ‘rebellious' game is played.
And should we have any children
they well be all ‘lost’ and ‘confused,’
rejected by both sides, they call
their births acts of child abuse.
As if culture were genetic,
determined somehow by our skin,
they just laugh and roll their eyes
when I say they’ll be American.
They hate seeing us together,
my very own in-laws at that!
To this day the openly wished
that their daughter had married black.
…racist bastards.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2019
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