Prince Ali

A poem for a friend I dated all of 3 weeks when I was fifteen.

I don't know how to describe our relationship, after all you were my first. 

Not the first between my thighs, but the first to say kind words. 

instead of the usual screams and shouts, you spoke in a melody well versed. 

as if your voice could be a symphony, with every line rehearsed. 

and I can still re-trace ever inch of you, 

across caramel brown skin on the carpet of your bedroom. 

Thank you

for teaching me that not all men were something to be feared. 

that I didn't have to flinch whenever one came near. 

but that they could be gentle, kind, and sincere. 

and I know, you didn't know that the eccentrics were just a mask

and that I would have been willing to show you the real me, had you of only asked. 

because even though it was torture, I'm sure it would have eventually passed. 

even though the wounds were beyond skin deep and vast

but you see, I was afraid.

Though you couldn't see the scars, I came to you broken and scathed

with towering walls, and unrelenting barricades. 

my home life was a habitual tirade

where tyranny fell if I even thought to disobey, 

but you were a ray of sunshine in a long rolling storm. 

even if you didn't know the bruises I was hiding that were painted across my arms. 

and I recall the cords that adorned your high school uniform. 

and the awards that danced upon your dresser drawers.

and though I knew you through a hard time filled with constant misery, 

it may not have been love, but you were part of my history. 

and my only regret is that I never let you in, 

because it might mean showing you the black blue and green that were etched into my skin. 

and telling you I wasn't living the life, that I should have been. 

and I guess I didn't think you'd understand. 

why I didn't feel like I could love a man. 

whether he be from America,  Africa, or Pakistan. 

so just let me go ahead and thank you again,

for being a positive standard for me, that I can judge all men. 

but above all else, just for being a friend. 

because that was all I needed during those times, 

and I cherish the thought of your arms wrapped around mine, 

and two foolish adolescents trying not to cross boundary lines. 

and the scent of freshly laid pavement and Australian pine. 

or unrealistic dreams, on car rides to our local dairy queen. 

with long trench coats and gloves, with tightly fitted jeans. 

and just  reminiscing on how exciting it seemed to be fifteen. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I hope you all will meet one day and tie the knob. Bravo....................

[NotaBene]

We are just friends, but 10 year old friends and our relationship will probably stay that forever. :) Nothing wrong with that, friends are great things to have. Thanks for reading.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......................

[Silver_water_dragon]

You told a story very poetically. Thanks for sharing, dear.

[Salem]

awesome write indeed thanx for sharing

[NotaBene]

Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it, this is one of my more lighter poems, I try to do them from time to time to keep from being overly depressing lol. Thanks for reading.

[Salem]

you are welcome

[Justin]

that was really good, i enjoyed it!!! sometimes being friends with someone is better then dating them :)

[NotaBene]

I agree! Thank you for your review :D

[Justin]

your welcome, anytime, i am looking forward to reading more of your material!!!

[Persona]

You lost me on the second line. It was crude and immature.

[NotaBene]

alrighty! thanks for your opinion.

[Silver_water_dragon]

crude and immature?? wow..some people. *smh*

[Persona]

Yes it was. You're being immature right now. I didn't ask your opinion.

[Silver_water_dragon]

Well, I don't need permission to give my opinion. If you didn't even read all of the poem then you can't really give much of an opinion. Your immaturity just makes me laugh. I'm not replying anymore on this post after this. Have a great day! :)

[NotaBene]

You know I really didn't ask for your opinion either Persona , but you sure as hell felt the need to give it. You really shouldn't talk to people the way you you do, it shows how sad and pathetic you really are. If she has an opinion you have no right to talk to her like that. I didn't talk to you like that after you decided being a dick was cute.

[A. Amos]

Interesting poetic story, truly enjpyed...

[NotaBene]

Thanks! I wrote it for someone I have been friends with for 11 years. Thanks for your comment :D

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome