Saturday, September 26, 2009

50/50 Pop

I was told not to lick
off of her popsicle

'cause she was black.

I loved her more
than my mother.

She was my teacher.

"He's not heavy,
he's my brother."

That was the song
of my future.

A song of a lover...


Copyright 2009
Gisella Perezarce

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