Heartbroken

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When I think about the majority of my romantic relationships with white people, they always betray me with racism.  Racism is the lover that is comfortable; always welcoming to them. This lover never asks questions or nags. Racism makes them feel good.

My ex partners didn’t have to throw slurs or bricks at me.  They only had to say nothing, do nothing when I was  bullied and discriminated against. They only had to create reasons why I couldn’t  meet their family and friends. They only had to learn how to recite, “I’m not racist. I’m with you!”

But I have learned that nobody can fuck their way out of racism. Nobody has the right to insist their partner explain in detail why this racist world chips away at them until only dust remains.

My heart passed them by on a puff of wind. They didn’t notice.

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