MY WHITE BOY FRIEND
My white boy friend brings mystery
He talks the language of love
But the language he speaks is forgotten
I understand the language of
His hugs around my body.
My white boy friend brings mystery
When he is angry he smashes into a car
Bump! He crushes onto a pavement in an accident
He makes me worry and
Worried sick about him
I wonder why I love him.
My white boy friend brings a lot of mystery
When I am angry he falls on one knee
And begs me not to be too annoyed
He promises to buy me gifts with kisses
And I am happy again.
But when he is angry
My white boy friend switches off
Like a car engine that won’t go anywhere
This makes me afraid and wonder
Why I love him so?
So I kept quite too and switched off
Like an engine that won’t go anywhere
Because my white boy friend
Is too mysterious sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the difference in culture at its best. Thank you Joyce for that portrayal.