The Blue Eyed Boy
written by Polecat
Disclaimer: I own no one, poo.
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I live a lie. I live a lie every day of my life. I lie to my friends, people on the streets. Hell, I even lie to myself.
I see someone like Mush who has to face his truth everyday. Mush with his skin colored like coffee mixed with cream, who has to hear the awful names he's called - zebra, hal breed, mongrel, mutt and even worse. He's talked down to for what he is by people who think he's less than them. I see Mush who faces his truth each day. Mush, who is brave.
I'm a coward. I live in my lie because I'm afraid of the truth. I'm afraid of the people, I'm afraid of their judgments and the names they'll call me.
Mush knows who he is, he's never denied it. It envy and admire him at the same time. He's Mush Myers, the illigitimate son of a German immigrant and African American man.
Nobody would ever know the truth about me. Nobody would need to. Who would believe that me, Dutchy, the blonde hair - blue eyed boy, was the offspring of a couple deeply in love; one of Dutch heritage, one of African.
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Slighty inspired bt Lute's (Thumbsucker Snitch) fic Power of the Press.
And also by my own, erm.... history?
written by Polecat
Disclaimer: I own no one, poo.
* * * * *
I live a lie. I live a lie every day of my life. I lie to my friends, people on the streets. Hell, I even lie to myself.
I see someone like Mush who has to face his truth everyday. Mush with his skin colored like coffee mixed with cream, who has to hear the awful names he's called - zebra, hal breed, mongrel, mutt and even worse. He's talked down to for what he is by people who think he's less than them. I see Mush who faces his truth each day. Mush, who is brave.
I'm a coward. I live in my lie because I'm afraid of the truth. I'm afraid of the people, I'm afraid of their judgments and the names they'll call me.
Mush knows who he is, he's never denied it. It envy and admire him at the same time. He's Mush Myers, the illigitimate son of a German immigrant and African American man.
Nobody would ever know the truth about me. Nobody would need to. Who would believe that me, Dutchy, the blonde hair - blue eyed boy, was the offspring of a couple deeply in love; one of Dutch heritage, one of African.
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Slighty inspired bt Lute's (Thumbsucker Snitch) fic Power of the Press.
And also by my own, erm.... history?