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I walked
into a dark red velvet
room of ecstasy.
There were people,
but they had no color.
They were clear...crystal clear...in skin.
I saw their insides
and they saw mine.
The room was of enchanted
spirits
because not a spirit there
was worried if someone was
white, black, Hispanic, Puerto Rican, or anything else.
All that mattered was that we were there...
together...forever...to death do us part...and even beyond that.
The only boundaries we felt were the carpeted walls and floors
of soft crushed dark red velvet
showing, feeling our love as it gets darker and darker
and soft texture and little frays for texture.
This was the one room that knew nothing of color,
but of rich dark red crushed velvet love created from our hearts.
This room has seen no and has not felt and has heard nothing of
and is nothing about racism.
This room was and is about us and our love for one another.