my neighbor called
she wants to borrow a book
she lives to eat but she can't cook
she eats at my house some nights
her husbands death is still fresh
all his things are loudly in sight
some saturdays we meet for karoke
she claims she hates blacks but she love me
she don't see it but the good lord is bringin her to her knees
so she can recognize the source of quenching all her needs
she don't know it but she'll find her first friendship in sunkissed me

she drinks and gets way to comfortable venting to me
nigger slipping threw ignorant lips
its fine i brush her ignorance off as blind
i pity the gorgeous combustions that don't reach it to her mind
worlds and dreams go on gleaming
her thinking prehistoric
it goes no further then ships reaching the edge of the sea and crashing
no adventure past the horizon
she's a boxed mind of southern rebel flag teaching
but right now shes at my knees weeping
finding just what she's needing for her spritual healing
in me
her black neighbor across the street