Winter is DIFFERENT when you’re me. I tried to explain our life. Our culture. Our pathology. But y’all wasn’t listening. For real? Y’all wasn’t outside! We got a bad rap. Just because you see us on a pair of feet doesn’t mean you in danger. That’s some scary shit. You shouldn’t be lackin anyway. Aint no friends on the street. I mean I’ll keep it a stack, the folks who wear us gave us the infamous reputation. We just be livin and boom: a robbery. But my life for real DIFFERENT!
You know how strong you gotta be to hold together the worn leather of a 7-year-old pair of kicks?! And these aint the joints you unbox every 6 months to get fresh for an event. This EVERYDAY DAY SNEAKER STRESS! I already feel my tips crackin. Fabric all out, that’s why he don’t untie me. Turned a pair of classic kicks into felony slides. Shit is crazy!
And I see y’all on social with all the Black forces jokes. Y’all funny I can’t front. But I seen a LOT. Eggin an entire bus depot on Halloween. Winning like 10 uno hands and a spades game before next period. Running from the bodega due to a “misunderstanding” with my guy poncho. I told him I’m good for it next week. He trippin…What about catchin a bully slippin at 3PM in front of the big clock after high school? Ole Big Willy got left with little bills. Don’t font like you aint seen my entendres, either. But for as much as people claim we do negative, you don’t see the other side. People act shocked about the disease al while they ignored the symptoms. That systemic shit be systematickin! But I’ll still be here, holdin it down. Holdin everything together. Because when you’re in my position, no matter how worn down, broken down, or tired you are, the alternative aint a option…
Shout Tash for the prompt. You crazy lolll
