Trevor
His name was Trevor
A short, slightly chubby black man
He reminded me a bit of a toad
Solemn
Staring
Waiting
Soft-spoken and polite
Reserved and tight-lipped
Although he had kindness
For everyone
For me
I wondered why he moved
Like he was uncomfortable
In his own skin
Why he scratched at
The stubble on his chin
As if wishing to scrape it off
Like one wrong move
Would cause him
To fly apart
Into a million and one pieces
It was like he was tiptoeing
Through a field of landmines
Unsure
Afraid
Cautious
I found out why
Tatiana
One day a short, curvy black woman
Approached me
She was pretty
She smiled at me
Like I was her friend
She extended
One perfectly manicured hand
She introduced
Herself
As Tatiana
Why did she look so familiar?
What was it about her eyes
That spoke of familiarity?
That spoke of an old friend?
Could it be...
Trevor?
I had asked incredulously
Her smile
Was lit like
Every single Christmas tree
From my childhood
Her laughter
Was the joy of wishes
From twenty sets
Of birthday candles
She moved
Like she was born
To that skin
To that hair
To those fingernails
She exuded confidence
She laughed easily
She was happy
In every way Trevor
Hadn't been
She was like a butterfly
Transformed
The makeup around her eyes
Seemed to take flight
On the very same wings
That held her aloft
And when it was all said and done
She thanked me
Almost tearfully
For being her friend
For being accepting
When no one else accepted
Her
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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