Hey

Hey you!

Black boy!

I'm onto you

Not in the way you wish I was

Onto you,

In the way that creeps me out and doesn't

Get you off

I don't flirt

With boys.

Remember when

You saw me in Wal-Mart

And you called out and gave your

Nod of approval - as if

I asked you 

Or something.

Do that head thing again and 

I'll sock you in the eye.

Hey you!

Brown face!

You're not the first

Not even the only

Of my classless, tactless suitors

Paul?  Steve?  Dennis?  Whatever.

I don't even know your name.