3 a.m walks on the track, we spoke of social theory. Eagle key chain in tow, model of a perfect student. She said, she said, "I resign no worries about this kid." In attempts to match it, I`d replicate, reciprocate everything you did. Sauntering in the hall, you stood confident, tall. Strolling off to college that very fall. Not often enough do you come visiting. I`ve lost you to reality, to life. Words of Asia now spill from your lips. The scent of you still lingers on the shirts that you`ve hugged when you did come back. That smell, so urban, so sophisticate. It`s you that we, the team, lack. I`m like Mama Cleo baby. I`ve seen your future. Your words floating in and through important ears. Gavel in hand, equity justice is brought to right. Sexual orientation finally coming to light. I just hope you don`t forget your play sister here. Hero doesn`t do you justice.
