My name is Michael Caesar, and this is My Voice
If I had a voice, I would tell you
That I kinda don't think there's anyone in this place who would be for me.
And I mean like someone who could love me
and that I could love in return.
Not up in this hellhole we call high school.
Sure, I'm on the soccer team, and I'm one of the most atheletic guys in this school,
which means I got the girls swarming around me 24/7
flirting with me,
wanting my number,
even try to get me to be theirs.
But I don't want them.
None of them.
Only two girls in this whole school don't constantly surround me.
There's sweet, innocent L'il Jazzy, who would never hurt anyone,
who always see the goodness in others despite how bad they are.
But despite her cuteness, and how good she is, even she's not the one for me.
Then there's the other girl. The one who I can completely trust.
The one who I want...
Cindy McPhearson.
She means everything to me. From the bottom of her pale toes, to the top of her silky, blonde hair.
Her abrasive personality, her aggressive attitude, and her ghettoness turns me on.
And how she's the only white person to perfect the blackness of a black person
makes me only love her more.
But she'll never go for a guy like me.
Not in a million years.
So when I'm not playing the field during practice or games,
I stand at the sidelines during or after school,
watching the girl that I love, the girl that I crave run around and act like her "black" self,
knowing that she'll always think of me as just a friend,
knowing perfectly well that she'll probably never love me the way I love her.