If I dared to speak about my love for you

I know what everyone will say.
“You’re just going to be disappointed.”
“Our men are hopeless.”
“You’re better off with someone else.”
“Blah, blah, blah.”
I feel sorry for the lovers of white men.

They just would never understand why
we chose each other.
For there are no words
in this disgusting English language
to describe the love
that made me revolutionary.

Mariategui Bonifacio, 2014