I've felt this way for a long time now
before i knew what it was
a way that i could hear
a wave that i could catch
it was mine,
my uniqueness
yes, they've known him to cry
or make believe alone
blasting Brandy on the boombox
creating dance routines in the basement
jumping for joy when his shoes came in the mail
sometimes playing dress up.
Yes, he's gabby
talking with friends during class
the crossing guard's daughter's boyfriend.
The sweetheart.
A gentleman.
Yes, he's polite
my boyish innocence.
A darling.
A better dancer than the girls
A very patient boy
My whimsical humor.
His pretty eyelashes.
My painted nails.
His random, my magic.
Yes, he's different
Photo by Amanda Grupp. Words by Rashaad Hall.
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