Here’s a poem from Granbee’s blog, It provides some food for thought.
MOHAWK CUT AMONGST THE HAIR-SPRAYED
The Mohawk-cut struts with his cute, well-toned
young self amonst the
clean in his
N.W.A.–STRAIGHT OUT OF COMPTON
Careful to swivel
away from each and every
Lifted sweet-tea and Diet Pepsi’
leaning on the counter so lithely
To pick up his mama’s order
while many $60.00 tinted heads
Oh so pucker-lipped gaze most carefully
down on their barely touched salads.
His mama had ordered the cornbread
and collard greens and a whole
Chocolate Sin layer cake, the same as I
had taken for my mother-in-law’s birthday!
Guess which parts of the above scene perked me up the most!