Sneakers
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Once upon a time, there was a young black man named Marcus. Marcus grew up just wanting to be the best he could possibly be, to make his parents proud and to help end all of their struggles. Marcus dream job was to become the next Tinker Hatfield,
Shoes are cool, and I have a few pairs
However,
They aren't just bought from anywhere.
I cop some, maybe DS, or like new,
Drop a hunnid fifty
For a young man's fancy shoes
When they come,
round, starry, sponge eyes,
burst under spiderweb lashes.
dark scrapes on the knee
make war paint from life's crashes.
full, furry eyebrows,
tattooed with a crayola green,
I wake up, and put on my make upNo I am not a girl, aint talkin' bout colored dusttalkin' bout 11s sixes 7s & foursThem 14s coming out, I'm bout to go cop more
Sneakers, the vehicle of Mercury,
An off-road winged phenomenon,
Be it the mark of a weary traveler
Or to dangle from an electric lifeline,
Laces groping wires like
A trapeze artist gone awry.
