La Lorraine

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.