Teh Gheys Thread

No matter what I do, I see
That you and me will never be
He asks me "Hey, what's going on?"
It makes me wish I'd never see another dawn.
Because he sees me as a friend, a brother no less.
I tell him he's mistaken, that this is is all one big mess.
But my beloved informs me, much to my chagrin:
That he doesn't like black guys, it's the color of my skin.
Cont.
By writing "cont." at the end of the poem, where you asking us whether or not we wished you to continue or just indicating that there is more of the piece? Either way I am interested.
 
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