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
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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