She smiled as she walked on this pavement of broken dreams
Nobody suspected the longing in heart for home
Nor the truth welled up in her deep brown eyes
She recalls the speed of the flight which landed her here
Here where the sun doesn't shine daily
Here where her beautiful dark skin tone pales in winter
Here where everybody is a social security number
Here where everybody is lost in translation
Perhaps-she would be one of the many
Or perhaps she would be one of the few who would age in exile
She knows what she came here for-she wont leave without it
Her mind is already made up-there is no convincing her
She has got a good job but she sleeps next to loneliness
She knows people but she cannot call them friends
She has become too White to fit in the Black community
Too Black to fit the description of a White lady
I see her in her room
Biting her finger nails and watching Oprah
These White men are not my type-she says
But she is too afraid to go Black
Surely-when it rains it pours-so don't let it confuse you
I am not of the many but of the few
I have not come to give you Rome without Caesar
Nor my dry tears to quench your burning thirst
You could turn the pages I would read them out loud
To chase away the deafening sound of your silence
It's a man on bended knees begging to be with you
Begging to be of, by, and for you
This I told her
She answered me with contempt-so I left
Now-she has got herself a boy who calls himself a man
He slaps her every now and then to feel like a man
He beats the shit out of her but she calls it love
She blames herself when he does her wrong
I cried the last time that I saw her
She didn't look like she used to
She tried to look the other way in shame
But I had not forgotten her name
Hello-she said
And my heart just sank