back back
you waaaay in the back
i’ve seen you before
not there or here your
the one that called me brown boy at school
i haven’t forgotten, but i am sure you have
it didn’t bother me because it was true
the way your friends laughed didn’t bother me
they were on your side, your team, your family
what hurt was that you are brown too,
was your brown- different? better?
like you went to an appraisal
they said you were faithful grateful in hazel
and i unstable;
like your brown was better then mine
i was the dirty that was ruining your good name;
and now i see you in the back of the room
looking at me with your hazel eyes
i’m sorry i was the dirt on the bottom of your shoes
for you were the worry on my pages;
i envyed your brown so i chased it
only to find me here talking to you
Saint's Muse 