By Stanley Collymore
Secretly I’ll sleep with you – indulging in
the most intimate act there is between a
a woman and a man – but publicly I
must condemn and betray you, for
the race I belong to would never
openly countenance what I do,
knowing that you’re black – a fact,
which I must always bear in mind
along with its attendant hostility:
something that is quite difficult
for me to take on board or
even deal with properly.
So I’ll remain as I am – hypocritical,
cowardly and white to the core –
knowing that I can continue to
live out my sexual fantasies
with you with impunity
and no one but us
will ever know.
And it’s only
right that it
stays so!
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