Girl that was always with Melonie

 intellectual playground scholars 
Debating Blaxploitation & taste,
             ♾️
revealing messy truth’s 
to comfort little stage runners

Orlando sunrises,
      back in the day
when “I was young, I’m not a kid 

anymore, & some days I sit and wish 
I was a kid again”
brother’s, sister’s, and friends
reciting Ahmad

Radio Diva’s that graduate 
big city lights & small 
          stage theatrics

Speaking words to hear Stan, 
Yasiin, & Russell clap
    Bay fog on her taste buds
riding around humble whips,
 

So her & Iss,a can take 
      road trips episodically 
to the biggest phone call of her life 

Only to find out that 
melanated heavenly angels 
gossip and bicker…
      reliving the days 
   white sandbox swimmers 
didn’t go up to 
Awkward Amanda 
and ask “Want to be my, friend?” 
(toovocalfortheconformistinallofu$)

*I understand, the alienation hurts