i am not a mannequin

the lady with the hairy chest came in library today. the fist time i met her was at folsom street fair with raheem. she gave me attitude and made me feel like a skinny white boy. there she was big and brown with her hairy chest and her super-butch, black girlfriend. who was i to rain on their brown party. but she was so friendly in the library, i guess books have that effect on people. i wanted her to remember me and then maybe she would tell raheem that she saw me working in the library and somehow that would elevate my worth in his opinion, because yes i still worry about what he thinks of me.