She was beautiful
all dark
and silky shiny,
and there was something
deeply erotic
about laying naked together
and seeing my pasty white skin
next to her.

She told me
there'd be trouble
being with
a white boy,
but I think
in reality,
she got a kick out of that,
taking me to meet her father
or dragging me along to that party
where all I got
were steely glares.

When I complained
she just looked,
laughed,
and invited me
to get used to it.

I learned some things
the hard way
like how if you shower
together,
you don't want
to get her hair wet,

and how
in Kansas City at least,
there were only a few places
out in the suburbs
you could live
if you weren't white.

She never had anyone
eat her pussy before,
took a liking to that
right away.

When she tried
to reciprocate,
she went at me,
like it was an ear of corn,
nibbling along the sides,
ineffectually.

Black girls don't suck dick,
she insisted,
and black men
never
ever
eat pussy.

You learn stuff new
every day.