Faces brown, beige, red, vanillia hues; different, faces in the crosswalk at Flowers.
Styles flash by in retro, timberlands stride past in a fashio show of tans, light browns,
marauding reds connected by sagging denim of the latest rage
Capri's vogue on sidewalk runways on hips matching the timb's beat.
Pedicure toes hang over wedge sandals; I flash into the 70's afros and 1 love
But it's their moment in this time I watch unfold
momma's hip huggrs in bell-bottom style making a come back like James Brown
Screamin Maceo - Good God
Yeah opening day
Mom's and Dad's beaming -oh this is gonna be the on
Their child big time lawyer, doctor, scientist-make the family proud is whispered as the last trunk is lugged into your new room.
College grad; completing what they started
But they don't know you've envisioned writing lik Poe, you think like Emersn and James Baldwin set fire to your soul-those literary hero's you discovered this summer at grand-daddy's
looked you dead in the eye and said,"better do your own thing since its you that's gotta do you own living
The sassines of your style has you comtemplating major changs
Mass Media, Journalism, Film, Philosophy wrote down in your 2002-2003 agenda book
Stepping onto center stage you see life, you own adventures, waiting!
You feel in this momen alive standing on the brink close to the edge-silence
You step- the lotus unfolds one petal.