the war has just begun (Part 1)

she clinches her fist tight
to her chest,
feeling the woman she's become,
so young... yet, so old.
this gurl, the daughter
of many ancestors passed,
her main goal is---
taking on the world at her
leisure.. tried and true, ms...
"lemme have this for 50 cents,
and I'll pay you back" typa gurl.
never willing to pay her
debt, the war has just begun.

her hands show ages of insight,
just not seen by others.
I remember chatting with her,
never saying much, she'd
respond here or there,
and nod her head a time or two.
"you like talking, huh?"
she loved to ask me that.
not watching her like I should,
she'd dip in and out of
my life. curious to know
him, her, and him too.
she never found her own
spotlight..

on our street,
not too far from mrs. lee,
and mrs. brown, she'd skip
with her bows and beads, all
smiles. i wasn't fond of her,
she stole from the candy lady
and everyone knew it. so a
gang of gurls followed her
home from school one day,
one shouting, "I saw you, I saw
you," just as loud as the day is
clear... ran up on her first...

I was sitting on my porch, legs
dangling, eating a dreamsicle, and casually
trying to lick the vanilla goodness
from my fingers... when I heard them.
vanessa (that's her name), all smiles,
still skipping, ignored the chants,
and lost her mind.
the gurl who was shouting, suddenly
stopped.. and for the life of me,
I didn't know why.
the war has just begun.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt 2003 All rights reserved






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