Poet is three letters from Prophet

For Stacy(a old friend):

She has a button nose that hooked unto her mothers jacket,

Tucking her face into moms pocket,

I remember sitting on elementary school steps, 

With a girl whose face was made of scar tissue,

She was in every was most beautiful i have ever seen,

Her name was stacy, 

She told me it in full but i've never been able to roll my tongue to pronounce R's the way she taught me how, 

Or the way she taught me how to cross the street with my eyes closed,i still practice this like religion, 

I still practice this like it was my first time playing soccer, 

And i wanted to get better because she was already bicycle kickin', 

And admiring was never really my thing, 

And she was that thing, 

Called intensity, 

Like the day i broke her sprained wrist trying to be doctor on are way home from seperate schools, 

We met at the bus stop just to say hello, 

And share war stories from highschool where we were always the victor, 

We bury the corpses of our nonsense and now we are grown, 

And our teeth are not barred anymore, 

Yours before mine, 

Yours before mine...

Thats all ive got so far, definately not finished... i have so much more to say blah blah blah....

Probably going to preform it on Monday at Black Rep...but thats not really a gaurantee...

Peace..

Spahkdiddddyyyyy!