The Boy's Respect
Southside Sunset
Poverty stricken pink, purple, orange incognito
After chasing down the poor paleta man and taking his stock of Paletas de Limon
The Fantastic Four, always together
grabbed up their baseball bats and mitts
And left me,
“Stupid Girl”
To play tea and dollies, girly follies
“Hey, HEY! Wait for me!
I want.. To play too”
“Girls Can’t Play Baseball!”
Shocked and angry, as if it was the most
Sacrilegious and blasphemous thing they’ve heard
All day
Dirt stained faces, roughed up knees
Yucky boy cooties
Walking across the street to the empty lot
“It’s a MAN’S sport. Your not a MAN. You absolutely cannot play”
“Yeah, IsaDORK! It’s against the CODE, the MAN code”
“You’ll never understand.”
“Go HOME!”
Defiant, I followed, watching patiently
For my moment
“Pleaseeeeee, Frankie, I wanna playyyyyy”
Finally, after some whispering among themselves
They lent me a bat, pitched it hard
And watched me hit it one straight out of the park
Open mouths, silence echoed
After the scream of the ball ended through the air
Smiling at their despair
Skipping off, saying
“see, I told ya so, I can do anything,
‘Cause girls are better”
The day after, the fantastic four became the fantastic Five
Always together, inseparable, From me, they never knew what to expect
Because from that day forward, I, at last had
The Boy’s Respect
-Dedicated to Mis Angelitos-
Heaven must be sweeter if your there, Guys
Miss you, Frankie, Emmanuel, Carlos
You left too soon...
Amigos para simpre
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