on the things you forgot to tell them-

you must have been mistaken: i am not the token "black girl" you once dated.

i am 
not a true story you pull out of pocket to get brownie points from the guys; you must be confused by referring to me as such.

what you should have said:

i am the 
person who showed you how it feels to live. 

i am the
woman who is now the standard by which you hold all who come after--i was the first,
your alpha. 

i am the
lover who gave you a romance people go their whole lives searching for, without ever experiencing.

i am
history, but i am--most certainly--
not yours.

so you see, you were utterly and completely mistaken when you attempted to use me as some kind of social capital. i cannot be reduced to a color.

the next time you speak of the "last girl you dated," remember this one thing: i was never yours.

i am not your history. 
you are mine.