Years ago I had another crush in HS. I was had fallen for her. I tried to court her, be the nigger and the clown. She only saw an ugly nigger with chipmunk cheeks and a monkey philtrum. Uncomfortable, she felt. After I confessed, been rejected, she told me she did not want to date anyone. The fool believed. And then, they made fun of me. In the class, she was kissing him, they said they were gonna marry each other. I got frustrated, she scolded me like a bitch. She said she is not mine. They boasted it right after, by kissing in front of me. Right in front. Since then many times. I saw them kissing and cuddling. Many times. I saw them lying together. And I felt that crawling in my nerves. The feeling printed itself in me. She called him her husband, that she loved him more than anyone else. And he called her his wife. Alas, he was white as a snow garden, and I was as black as coal. He was plump, and I was skinny. He had dense and voluminous hair, I had barely any hair. Not once did I feel relieved. I shed a tear, and never again. A single tear drop on my face. It marked me permanently.
