A Tale Of And Advice To Two Teen Lovers Poem by Bill Grace

He was black. She was white.
Her daddy did not like the sight
Of two teens sharing sex
Who thought they were in love.
He turned eighteen and went before
The lass at sixteen stayed behind.

Now the father had this in mind
He knew the lad had crossed the line
He called it rape and may have designed
The evil that took six years of prison
From the young black's life and
Passed him into a world of strife
Placing the brand of 'sex offender'
Upon all his future days.

This tale is true, I rue, I rue.
So my young friends remrember and beware and
If for your mate you truly care
Remember the dangers of being young lovers
That should you move too fast
You can inadvertentenly break the happiness
Of your tandem powers.