How cruel she was
with her lovely olive skin
her silky long black hair
dark eyes
and youthful breasts
She was slender and petite
a real looker

Her Father
I never met him
 was American Indian
I don't remember the tribe
perhaps Cherokee
but it showed best in her
like an Indian Princes

We three were close
Colleen, Judy and I
But Colleen was so cruel
without regard for other's feelings
"He doesn't dig your skin, man"
She said to shy
and white skinned Judy

Still, I loved her.
 I think I once believed I could change her
The anger and fights were bad
Don't ask me what they were about
I do not remember
 I only remember the anger
the frustration and the caring.

In a fit of fancy, Colleen
 one afternoon 
ran away with Dick
 and called me from Las Vegas
they had just married.
We all knew Dick was gay.
Perhaps she thought she could change him.