PISS COLOR B*TCH

Sensitive… Loving… and Naive…

This was me at the age 14…

This was me the day that boy tried to change my name…

The day the naive me began to fade away…

And what did I DO

To have sustained such a brutal and unfair tongue lashin from this brute…

Who at the time I had given the title of friend

Before I came to understand the difference between friend and acquaintance

But without further delayin…

Let me give an account of that moment…

We were headin home for the day…

We took the Q17 bus in Queens …

He was maybe 1/2 a block away…

I called to him and another friend …

The bus is coming!” …

Like I always did…

But I wasn’t prepared for this

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PISS COLORED BITCH!”

His words rang out and clung to me like tar, honey, and feathers

Everyone heard it…

I fell silent…

I must’ve turned three shades of red…

I felt the weight of embarrassement…

It was heavy… very heavy…

I fought back tears…

But one or two escaped my grip…

When I reached home I continued that cry…

And I cried…

And later on that night…

After using the bathroom…

I couldn’t help but to compare the color of my pee to me…

Trying to convince myself that he lied.

I realized apart of the loving me died…

His name was Tyrone.