Was’ up with you and me

can you tell me that

I think the way you have been treating me

is flat out whack

I’ve been putting myself out there

as the months have gone by

But no matter how far we get

you continue to pull back

A secret that was not meant for ears,

Would be told for many years.

Some whispered words meant for a friend,

Would be overheard and spread without end.

What shall be wrong with me?

What shall I fear

What shall be wrong with me

is nothing I fear

For

If I shall fear what is wrong with me

I shall only fear myself

Even though you shall see me

you shall not know.

I am the quiet little Hispanic girl,

Light skinned

people make fun of me

they say I am not the color I’m supposed to be.

But who cares? It’s me not you!