Two young neighbors we grew up to be
She was maturing way faster than me
Elementary school’s a thing of the past
Time to grow up and time to grow fast
She’s into boys, let’s meet at the mall
I’m still at home still playing with dolls
Fancy new clothes to go with her face
A face all made up, it’s such a disgrace
We’re coming of age, but I’m left behind
Why grow up so fast, we still have some time
Her skin is a warm mahogany shade
Pendleton, khakis, new Mary janes
Creases and tanks step up if you dare
I’m not quite there yet, because I’m too scared
She’s the queen chola who claims the West Side
I’m still the mousey girl who just hides inside
Beautiful and tough it’s she who they fear
Be ready to throw should you ever come near
Where in the world did that little girl go?
Innocence telling me please take it slow
All grown up with the hood left behind
Only angst and confusion left to remind
My name is Tina, her name is Lorraine
After fifty plus years, homegirls we remain.