(This isn't to offend anyone in a interracial relationship but some women who was ever cheated on, left and broken over has at least once asked this question.)
I am looking at you holding a woman's hand the color of porcelain. Kissing her ruby red lips, stroking her blonde hair and staring in her blue eyes. Why her? How can you degrade me in front of her?Break me down and calling me ratchet,whore and Bitch. Tell me to my face I will never be good enough and fit into your space because my skin, my ways and attitude is unappealing. Did you forget my attitude open doors for the world to see your greatness? My nights supporting you and being your rock. She can easily replace me because she looks good in society's eyes. How can you tell me you don't want babies with nappy heads, dark skin, broad noses and thick lips. Treat her like a queen and me like the trash beneath your feet. I loved you for better and worst. In sickness and health. While you where broke and broken. You choose her over me now that your making dollars and signed contracts. Running corporate offices and living in mansions.You say when you met her she gave you life and I was the one taking your soul. How is she the heroine in a story never written by her? How does she get the happy ending and you write me off as the villain? I'm hurt and angry and for everytime I see you giving her the world and me your ass to kiss. I will always wonder why her and not me?
You won't even acknowledge while you where in the struggle I was wiping your brow and whispering words of encouragement. How dare she bask in the fruits of my labor? How can you walk away from all these years of love and choose her because of the color of her skin. I am watching you walk away and the only question that will forever remain is why her?
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.