I couldn’t tell if she was friend or foe She was beautiful head to toe When I was around her I felt manic And led me to a state of panic I couldn’t tell if with me she was coy I think she’s into a boy Beautiful scent, beautiful mind I doubt that she’s ever be mind She was popular and I was not Very much not the popular lot One day something felt odd She was walking with this guy, Todd To me, mean and rude And often quite crude He’d been mean to me for years Very much ignored by my peers As he walked by, he knocked my books out of hand Such a maliced move on brand He moved on and laughed Whereas she stopped in her path She helped me pick up my things And slid back on my finger my pride ring She patted it and winked I just stared and blinked She for a second held my hand As she helped me up to stand I said, “I must know on this day” “Are you like me, gay?” Looking back, seeing how she always looked at me It was always clear to see So, she turned and shrugged with a smile For the truth had been there all the while