As if

But what if you do care, later

Mother said, when you have

To admit you dated a boy

The color of wet street and

Smelling of sweat and sex and

Purpose and too much talk

For a white flour girl like you.

 

What about later, mother said

When you care - and it matters

When you’re older and know

Better. When you are more

So – Fist – ic - ated. Mature.

As if hatred is an acquired

taste, you'll grow into one

day, Like coffee. Or beer.