Wed. Apr 14th, 2021

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Black laces, the poem, is the introduction of the short story of the same title coming soon to readers everywhere

A product of South LA
Watts raised
No blue or red flag
But that didn’t stop me from getting asked, “Where you from?”
Or stop me from receiving strange looks as if they anticipated me saying or doing the wrong thing
But I kept my head down ’cause getting home was all I really wanted to do
So I stopped by the corner store
Wasted some time in there
‘Cause knowing where I from, I didn’t need them knowing where I lived
Or drawing the connection to my Uncle L, if they had knew of him
The streets got him now, took him away from us, now the family has a hole in it
For his presence is dearly missed
So as I reminisced on my uncle while killing time in that store
I paced, back to the front, front to back
Then jetted out, even detoured through the alley in my black laces
Because making it home that day was most important

By Kelz

writer. poet. journalist. content creator.

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