This girl

This girl
This blonde thing
In her black tights
Playing punk rocker

The crush I had on her
Following her
Begging of her
Thinking that if
I tried hard enough
I could win her over

But meeting her brother
Who called me Kunta Kinte
And seeing the raggedy
Highway-shack that
She was raised in
Woke me up
To the whole other planet
She was from

And as my passions cooled
I began to search for
Other potential girlfriends
Playing punk-rocker
Who’d never
Ever love me.