IT'S ALL ATTITUDE
Once I walked the streets of Newark.
They were a useless, unbusy hulk.
Everything had to be referenced
backwards, for there was almost
no present there. Ramble-shops
of sneaker bargains and African
hair - wigs and weaves and extensions.
The sneaker-shops blared hip-hop
into the ragged streets. All the past
was forgotten, as if a new ship
had berthed at the pier, letting
off its brand-new hordes.
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