I must admit, he told me he was an a-hole
Within the first week we hooked up
So it's not like I can get mad
When he acts like a monkey's nut
Lord help me! When I used to say "moneky"
He would throw that race card out
Like my light skin removes my blackness
(until I brought the black girl right on out)
He was funny with his ways
A gentle giant, if you ask me
Not much of a talker
Said there really wasn't any need
So I began to consider his silence as golden
And his words either as feathers or spears
But no matter how much I tried to love him
I couldn't break through any of his fears
I loved my gentle giant
But I told him, too, that when I love, I love hard
One day our worlds just took separate paths
And tore our world apart
I no longer see him as an a-hole
No matter how he acts
I understand him more now
And I'll always have his back.
Copyright ©2007 Attica Lundy
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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