They told me he was no good,
should have never showed up in my hood.
I must admit that I had eyes for him,
but he not for me.
He couldn't see me.
For years, I didn't exist.
Yet my feelings would persist.
I would insist
with a word,
a smile,
and encourage him to dial.
He was no good...
hung out with boys from a different hood.
I was warned,
"He's gay."
But I would pray--
didn't want to hear what others had to say--
even thought of a wedding day.
He fell eventually for my intention--
a strategy to get his attention.
I used my woman's intuition.
A single kiss on lips,
between soda sips,
ignored advisers' tips.
He was silly...
I'm like, "Really?"
Young, dumb...
just wanting some fun.
Years of anticipation,
yet nothing more than infatuation.
The truth would come out,
when he came out--
my gut gave a shout,
alarm bells bellowed out!
Feeling lost, in pain,
my mind, swirling like I was going insane.
Unwilling to believe the truth,
convinced of a personal lie.
Felt like I could die.
I just let out a cry.
Nicholl McGuire
