Raymond C. Christian Poems

I nurtured it with the love I feel,
It's synthetic beauty was not fake but real.
The violet rays which gave it life;
A struggle to grow in it's earthly strife. It draws you deep, its rolls are serene;
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She rips, she tears, she screams;
Such a tantalizing sound of pleasure.
She's calm;
With her gentleness, I am able to touch her,
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Take the shade away from mine,
Of racial color, please God, let us be blind.
It is true, we're all the same inside,
Let us not build on false hope or pride. The blood that flows red through our veins,
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How do you see me?
Is it the color of my skin,
Or, is it the shade, I come in? Are my features too strong,
My teeth are showing, of course! can't you see?
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