Red, Pulsing Blood!

dont talk to me of skin color,
my god is not white!
in fact, she runs with the wolves,
clothed in fur and claws and teeth!

sometimes she is the moonlight,
lighting their path,
other times the wind,
carrying their howls back to herself!

dont talk to me of skin color,
talk of blood! red, pulsing blood...
flesh and sweat and desire
wrapped in human spirit!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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