for the girl with the hairline warts

swelter, wizen, wither
smiling all the way dry
unfeeling enough to not cry
to not shriek
or peek at big eyed boys
or play in unkempt afros
or lock ashy joints
or lick snaggle tooths
or meet all the things you are cowering from
the defects that draw you in
and bay your baby love
immaterial and 40 year old virgin immature
12 years too soon
its a long way down
but same difference when stuck on treize
here's to loving, then love,
what love
to love
and love

© Jalylah Burrell, 2007, All rights reserved.