It was somewhere between the first
And the second
Somewhere between the hearts
And the clubs
About the time I was being educated
And they still wanted to call me a thug
Shrug
And she was one of the few who saw deeper
Didn’t like me for either
She saw above
She saw what was
What is
Familiarity
That is
Emotionally
I sensed a bit
Flicker
I think
Too much
To see the most basic
Of hints
Especially when others
Were being so
Obviously
I felt like she hid
Maybe she did
Make it apparent
I guess
I was till merely a kid
A child
In the world
Getting chided
For moving too slow
Towards these ladies
Available was an ocean
To drink
Which didn’t make sense to me
With a thirst
And dehydration
There wasn’t a link
To the fact
That maybe I should have been fishing
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