He and I

He told me we weren't meant to be, I asked why, Glumly he said, "Look at us." I looked down to see that I was a white girl, and he a black boy, I told him, "There's more to us than that. The color of our skin doesn't define us, but our character does." He stared at me for a long while, He surprised me with a hug, He made me wonder what was going on with his mind at that time. I never saw him again, after that day. He told me we weren't meant to be, I asked why, Glumly he said, "Look at us." I look down to see that thirty years later that these types of relationships are normal, I wish he had fought for us, as I did for he, when I went on strike for these rights, the rights that he spoke of, how society judged us, while I got beat up, the thought of us being together never left my mind. I never saw him again, after that day, but I wish I did.