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.
Credits:
Words borrowed from "How It Went Down" by Kekla. Magoon. Created with images by Tighten up! - "the neighborhood" • Unsplash - "grunge graffiti wall" • Karen_O'D - "More grafitti" • lyman erskine - "INF Gang"; "Police_car_with_emergency_lights_on" from