He walks with a certain swagger
confident, impressive, trying to find pleasure
in a world that’s impressed negativity and
iignorance.
Instead of succumbing to his environment,
he’s embraced it,
evolved it
and got it involved in a bigger situation
for everyone’s betterment.
And there she goes.
Those heels click with her walk
and texts pressed to her breasts with
purpose.
Wishing the girls were more like her,
she’s insisting her friends work out the time
for a good book afterwards.
She’s persistant.
“Actually,” they say, and
they correct me.
It’s “swag” not swagger/
His pants are saggin’, he’s not walking
confident.
Texts are indeed pressed to her,
but messages not books.
Not persistent, “stubborn.”
And that’s what I get for trying to people watch.
