Listen girl, why hide from everyone,
you love black boy torn, impoverished.
Listen now girl, do not be ashamed of my
color, what people will say.
You know how I love and that is a small death almost.
that gypsy how love, ready to burn alive.
Because you will become a bridge, on top of me to trample you,
because you give your body, you can breathe you.
Look not mad at you, nor will I judge,
but how did you sleep with me in the morning to another person.
gatherings with friends, live like there is no me,
why hide me like I’m a horrible crime.
I told you to be careful not to wounds,
I told you to stay out of my eyes.
I’m sort of death was not in the books even, I’m
fire that fades away only with tears. (x2)