Neo
I didn’t think he was ugly.
we (he & I) found love
in the shakiest places.
(he) the little black boy from
Belize with braids
who knew Spanish like
close cousins.
we were the
blackest niggas
on the planet
as told
by Keith, Francel, Jmo, even Jessi,
the self-proclaimed real pretty boy,
who once said
what's the difference
between a nigga
and an apple?
one swings
much sexier.
our laughs bounced off
segregated rooms of black,
somehow he taught love & skin
were a fix link
for colored boys choking
a throat of rainbows
in the mirror.