Blissfully Naive

Blissfully Naive

I.
We sit over Play-Dough cookies
Two young innocent girls
Drinking pretend tea
At our mother's feet
They talk coffee talk
And we revel in their adultness
Wishing as kindergartners
Often do that we were grown up
We were blissfully na´ve
II.
The mothers are in the kitchen
Speaking cautiously as new friends will
Each circling the other
Each sniffing the other out
Over steaming vegetables
And tender pot roast
We are upstairs
In full dress up drag
Lipstick smeared on
Love's baby soft faces
Eyeshadow dimming bright young eyes
We hear the door open
We are still blissfully na´ve
III.
Her mother storms up the steps
Red as over-ripe strawberries
And grabs her
My first real friend
Seething she wrenches the dress-up attire
From my first real friends back
Snapping buttons tearing fabric
All the while muttering about
God damn hybrids
And the abomination of
Inter-racially married people
And the screw-ups their offspring are
IV.
We are clinging to each other
As she is dragged from the house
Not entirely sure why we can't play together anymore
Just cuz my daddy is chocolate and my mommy is vanilla
Slowly her fingertips slip from my grasp
And my first real friend is gone
V.
It is dark
And my parents are talking quietly
Though I hear them well
They speak
Of racism
Of bigotry
Of intolerance
I am not so blissfully na´ve
VI.
Now at the age where I understand what happened
I tell everyone I meet
That I am bi-racial
And if they dislike it
Then the relationship ceases
And desists on the spot
Brillo pad honesty
Abrasive but cleansing
Is a policy I've adopted and used well

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