He told me that what we had was a ghetto love,
said it’s the kind of love he’s always prayed for.
He said, “You are the God woman who holds up
my son. I am the moon that flutters around
in your orbit. There was a single star that needed
an exclusive embrace and you allowed him to be
touched by your all-inclusive Grace.” He said,
“Life now has a repositioned purpose. Don’t just
walk and talk, but also sit and listen. I am the pencil
and you are the paper and one day our collaborations
will lead a nation of non-façade thinkers.”
Sweet words like those that seemed to grow wings &
that set my heart all aflutter kept me believing him
when he said we had a ghetto love. Then he played
the song for me and I knew ours was a love so true.
But like everything in the ghetto, I found it’s not true.
In the ghetto you see one thing & know another. The
same is true of my part-time lover. He sang all the words
to the ghetto love song but when I needed him most,
he was gone. Cause a ghetto love ain’t no love at all;
it’s all just for show. Just like Lisa Lisa I was searching
for someone to love me for me when I should have been
accepting only the person who see value and worth in me.
The one who wouldn’t use my love as a weapon against me.
But maybe this is just me thinking out loud
and maybe this is a ghetto love still trying out its wings.
It’s almost like living a second childhood where I
Entered a door where love is filled with possibilities
that seem unlimited, but reality is something entirely different.
We spend hours daydreaming, then depart to a different
existence, one where words don’t dictate actions &
actions belie surface feelings of an under-the-cover mission.
People do fall in love in mysterious ways; I fell in love with you
because I saw magic. Magic in your smile, magic in
your eyes, and your words and touch were magic too.
If only I knew that in the ghetto, magic is just another word
for delusion to the nth degree and what you feel for me
is nothing like the magic love I feel for you then maybe
it wouldn’t have taken so long to write this poem
because I’d already know: a ghetto love ain’t no love at all.
Peace & Love,