I Wanted to Find America

I wanted to find America
In your bone hair blue eye tan skin
smirk. Surfer boy swag
with fire on your tongue
you looked like freedom
but tasted like ash.
Scarlett red cherry burning up
the dark filled spaces between us.
I needed you to be
West Coast sea shores waving me closer
and New York City lights shining in my laugh
Instead you were bone white mountains
of crushed powder disappearing
into rolled back eyes.
You were black
and blue
And you made sure I'd match. Fit in
Fit in.
This is America.