When I Knew You Well
by Tyrone Vincent Banks
Friday, May 02, 2003
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About 25 years ago, in grade school, I befriended a fellow student. I went to an inner-city school and he was perhaps one of two non-black/hispanic students in attendance. No matter what, I will still call him my first best-friend. I met him in college over 12 years later. Over all of that time we still knew each others names, no introduction was needed. However, although his physical appearance was similar, his "attitude" was not.
When I knew you well
Living the innocence of childhood.
Unable to see color or ask hard questions.
Not hiding behind a wall of lies.
Living the illusion that now eludes us.
We succumb to time and its cruel ways.
I played with you on the playground.
My friend of a different color.
Two decades later I met you again.
It was then that I knew you well.
Your unkind eyes hardened by time.
I saw you, I recognized you, we talked as you
hid behind your new disguise.
I feel sorry for you.
You let society alter your view of me and my
You stated, ". . .you thought that I was just a
'White boy' didn't you?"
I replied, "I thought that you were my friend.
And to me, that was all that mattered..."
I never spoke to you again.
For now, I "know" you well!
Tyrone Vincent Banks
Copyright ©2003 Tyrone Vincent Banks