My Neighborhood Felica

IT’S DARK WHEN

I SLIP OUT &

CATCH THE MID-TOWN BUS FROM RITZY

TO UNDERHILL.

I WEAR THE HOODIE.

I TRY NOT TO WORRY

I’M NOT GOING TO GET MYSELF SHOT.

I TAG WALLS AND WINDOWS

MAILBOXES AND MANHOLE COVERS

BUSES AND BOXCARS

ASK ANYONE IN THE UNDERHILL

WHOSE TAG IS HOTTEST?

THEY’LL KNOW.

MY SCRAWL:

AN M SHARP LIKE MOUNTAINS,

A Z CUT LIKE A LIGHTING BOLT.

I OWN THESE WALLS, THIS

‘HOOD.

I’VE NEVER BEEN CAUGHT.

I’VE HAD TO RUN BUT

I’M LIGHT AND FAST.

I ALWAYS GET AWAY

THIS IS WHERE I’M FROM.

THESE STREETS PART OF

ME.

Words borrowed from How It Went Down by Kelka Magoon

Credits:

Created with images by Efraimstochter - "art painting modern" • Pexels - "asia asian auto"

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