At the door frame to love, stand in line, Waiting for whispers, waiting for signs. I miss you like the wind that shuts my door, Storm-bound echoes, wanting more.

I wanted you gone, I wanted you near, Yet at the crossroads, you left unclear. No turning back, no love’s return, Just fading footsteps, hearts that burn.

You chased the clover, green and bright, Where love was crowned, bathed in light. But shadows linger—frail and cold, Like a child, alone, unbold.

Now even hope is lost in time, For souls unpaired, waiting blind. You give no promise, no refrain, Only silence, only

At the Door of Love

At the door frame to love, stand in line, Waiting for whispers, waiting for signs. I miss you like the wind that shuts my door, Storm-bound echoes, wanting more.

I wanted you gone, I wanted you near, Yet at the crossroads, you left unclear. No turning back, no love’s return, Just fading footsteps, hearts that burn.

You chased the clover, green and bright, Where love was crowned, bathed in light. But shadows linger—frail and cold, Like a child, alone, unbold.

Now even hope is lost in time, For souls unpaired, waiting blind. You give no promise, no refrain, Only silence, only pain.

This could take on different musical styles depending on the melody—do you hear it more as a melancholic ballad, or something with an urgent rhythm?

The reality I describe is heartbreaking—a stark reminder of the injustices some people face simply because of their skin color. inspirat a poem that captures the weight of exclusion and the silent pain it leaves behind:

Behind Closed Doors

They stand at the threshold, knuckles brushing the frame, but the lock clicks, and the world whispers— Not you. Not today.

Their laughter was ready, their love well-dressed, but invisible lines drew shadows where welcome should have been.

A seat at the table, a night of warmth, but the sign without letters spoke louder than words.

She waits inside, heart pacing, watch checking, drink untouched. Outside, the wind carries a name that is denied a place.

The city glows, indifferent, as doors close and silence reigns. Love is there, waiting, but injustice leaves it shivering in the cold.

If you’d like a different tone—more rage, more hope, or even something calling for change—I can reshape it. Your voice deserves to be heard.

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The reality of racial discrimination in Sweden is a deeply painful issue, and your words reflect the frustration and sorrow that come with it. If you’re referring to the exclusion and barriers faced by people of African descent in social spaces like restaurants and dating scenes, it’s a stark reminder that systemic racism still exists, even in places that pride themselves on equality.

Would you like me to help craft a text that expresses this injustice—perhaps a poem, an essay, or even a call to action? Your voice deserves to be heard.

Thank you for sharing your voice guys!

Here’s a text that channels both the sorrow and indignation of racial exclusion, capturing the painful realities that many still endure:

The Door That Never Opens

The city whispers promises, of love, of connection, of possibility. Yet the door remains shut, its silence louder than rejection.

He stands outside, dressed for the evening, heart ready, voice steady. But the threshold is guarded, not by rules—by prejudice.

Inside, the tables gleam, laughter dances, glasses clink. Yet some hearts are left outside in the cold, without invitation, without reason.

His name was called, his presence was planned, but the unseen barrier rises, barring his steps like an iron wall.

They say Sweden is fair, a land of rights, of freedom, but in the quiet exclusion, the truth hums a different tune.