A real question

What about proof?

On Easter a black woman beckoned me to a Greek spot we spent the afternoon together having such a blast — we almost booked a room together at the hotel steps away just to party the remainder of the weekend but she reneged and we stayed in touch —

I went to retrieve my clothing I stayed in touch with black friends where I thought I found a place so perfect given the circumstance. I wrote a rap for the studio there but one of them rapped it would not give credit and he messed it up. Nonetheless I never once showed my sadness, disappointment — at…