Counterfeit Passion Poem by Quame Boatmann

‘Can I get a ride? ’
Stood your hail of pride,
With the sun burning you up
Your feet weary, and your gut dried up

I saw you waving, was that for me?
Remember you bawled “get away from me! ”
Like a viper ready to strike
For I rode a bike and me you dislike
Yet I never ceased coming
And you never ceased rebuffing
Till oh domina, you shamed me
You said “you’ll see”, so you stung like bee

I thought I found love
With a snowy dove
Yet wise I should be
And now you stop me

Your love is a fake
For money sake
But by God’s grace
Here you are; a disgrace