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.
Just a small moment.
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