looking through his lenses

i walked in the class

and was second to last.

it was the blue hue

that drew me to you

hair so vibrant

i didn’t even notice 

the grey haired giant

trying to teach the class

 

i had a new lesson to learn

and it wasn’t about history.

it was the blue haired girl

that was a growing mystery

 

the longer i stare

the more i am smitten 

you make me purr 

like an adoring kitten.

 

i watch her gaze

and try to win her praise

but her attention is stuck

on the boy in luck

sitting right beside her.

 

she stops and she stares

evoking a glare

from my eyes

to the pretty boy that lies

in the seat

across from me

 

some weeks go by

and i never catch her eye

instead she stares ahead 

to the board that said

Industrial Revolution 

i realize then

our love will never grow

to fruition

for she still glances

and prays for chances

with the curly haired boy

who sees her like an old toy

 

it is now october

she’s rarely in class,

usually first, she now comes last

her attention always diverts

to the boy who flirts

on the other side of her

 

friend or lover

i can’t decipher

my friend asks

and the disgust on her face

couldn’t be brighter

we’re just friends 

thank god

if she said yes 

my heart might’ve

caved in my chest

 

she still glances

at the afro boy

better late than not

i should shoot my shot

 

the intercom isn’t the only thing

checking her out today

her long locs

tickle her thighs

and i let out a sigh 

 

i grab a friend and whisper 

i hate when she leave

she calls you by the color

of your weave

and you turn to look her way

the parrot repeats my words

and the next moment was a blur

 

we finally locked eyes

i could see the gold

swimming inside

you stared for a moment,

not too brief

the words you uttered

left me in disbelief

 

that’s not my problem,

you should be focused

on your work not me.

there’s not a single problem

that i see

 

swinging her hair out the door

i’m practically drowning

in love galore 

i’m basked in her perfume 

all at once, 

the smell i wish to consume

 

my heart pummeled

to my feet

for the love i seek

is out the door

with my heart stuck to the floor

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