Was’ up with you and me
can you tell me that
I think the way you have been treating me
is flat out whack
I’ve been putting myself out there
as the months have gone by
But no matter how far we get
you continue to pull back

A secret that was not meant for ears,
Would be told for many years.
Some whispered words meant for a friend,
Would be overheard and spread without end.

What shall be wrong with me?
What shall I fear
What shall be wrong with me
is nothing I fear
For
If I shall fear what is wrong with me
I shall only fear myself
Even though you shall see me
you shall not know.

I am the quiet little Hispanic girl,
Light skinned
people make fun of me
they say I am not the color I’m supposed to be.
But who cares? It’s me not you!