Love Hate White Supremacy

A Twentieth Century Girl Falls In Love.

Skin as pale as frosted glass

with a heart as cold.

Though you may be beautiful,

I cannot love you. 

 

For I love another.

Equally as beautiful.

With skin like the sun

and a heart as warm.

 

For he loves me as I love him

and no matter the colour of his skin,

I will always love him.

And so do you see now?

Money is not everything,

nor is race,

not even a pretty face.

 

Because love is everything 

it is everything to me.

 

- A Twentieth Century Girl (1960's) 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First in what I hope to be a long line of poems about 20t century life for women and the stuggles and triumphs they had. I hope you enjoy reading!