Whiplash

I’m lying next to my boyfriend

Head on his shoulder.

I wonder what my hair feels like on his shoulder.

I wonder what he thinks of the texture of my hair on his shoulder.

Does he compare it to his white ex’s head on his shoulders?

I wonder what this white boy feels about my black body,

In its blackness

In its ‘difference’.

 

It’s a small moment,

Just a very black moment,

Filled with very black thoughts.

I feel my black othered body. I feel my otherness.

I shouldn’t wonder like that but I do.

 

My black wanderings.

Outside, and

Into

My body.

 

Just a small moment.

 

Image credit: Emmanuel Tegene