White privilege is your history being taught as a core class and mine being taught as an elective.
please let them know.
Simplicity became corrupt when our souls danced.
For it was in that moment that time ceased to exist.
A wave of nostalgic bliss and understanding.
I promised I would never dance again.
But something about your soul enticed me.
You were elusive and I was addicted.
A ballad that was morose and enigmatic.
I wanted to stay in this ballad forever.
Simultaneously frightening and inviting.
A breeze arrived and changed the tempo.
This new ballad was unfamiliar.
We collided and your mask fell off.
Your eyes met mine and I wept.
I wept not because you were the devil
but because you broke my heart.