It Could Never.
It could never be you
the one that catches their wind,
from their batted lids
it could never be you
being embraced by the feel
of their ribs.
it could never be you
to stroke their masculinity
it could never be you
to share with him your femininity
it could never be you
your hand and his
key.
it could never be you
or you and me.
it could never be you
the ancestors of african descent,
african dances,
and dark skins; that were once chained
it can never be you
with him, spanish tongues and peppers
white red and green sweaters
it can never be you
his people and their grape vines
no realities of you you and him
glasses of wine
it could never be you
they just don't intertwine, because
rolled r's and "don't axe"
refuse to be one
stop thinking it could ever be you
because you are nobodies one
it could never be you
because his list of beauty's
are as long as your uglies
it could never be you
because his tango doesn't match
your krump
but this lump in my heart has me, wondering
"chicken and salsa, taste good together?!!"
so honey it could be me
we'd be good forever
but it won't
it could never be you
his winks are just a zone
it could never be you
friend
it could never be you
because even though your brilliance
exceeds your measures it goes
beyond no one else's
looking deep into his eyes
his dark mexican forest
you wish there was something for us
it could never.
Be.
You.
his smile melts you for no reason .
it could never be you
because you don't think it could
but mexico and impeerial beach
aren't any different
they're both your seperate hoods
it could never be you
your smile doesn't reach him, with
the missing center that waves hello
you can't compare to the "hola" smiles
it could never.
be.
you.
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