Racist

l roared like a lion

Inside me raged a fire 

Angered at the injustice

smoking my thought

clouding my thinking

I licked my wounds

emotions incandescent 

recalling his last words

"I was not good enough

to be his wife, his parents

would surely object" 

Why?

Because of my skin colour

ebony dark, negroid features

Why did he lead me down

the garden path, igniting 

passions sizzling inside

only to be doused with racial

remarks?  

And now he lies inert on

a hospital bed, abandoned, 

brain dead, in a freak accident

Knows not that the Black Nurse 

he once professed he loved, 

administers care to him,

in place of his White wife 

long since shacking up

with his best friend, giving

him up as dead.

Her soul enkindled