Megre Dee Allen

Dee Allen MEGRE

Desire for the miss from another race, Still seen by some a total disgrace. Environment and skin, different from mine, Her shape, her heart Just causes for me To cross over a phantom line.

She sees my colour and I see hers. Black and White, in flesh made sacred, merge. This century’s norm-Sweeter wind, permissive this time-Was a sin that led to the hangman’s noose-Last century’s crime.