| I rember when: The teacher scolded me for wearing ripped jeans to the school christmas concert The same jeans that i wore everyday "I know they're your favorites, but they're just not appropriate," she scolded in the tone that only teachers are capable of. " What will your mama think?" |
| What she didn't know was that those jeans weren't my favorites. Infact i hated them. My favorites were in a store front on main, worn by a plastic person. They were bright blue, Not faded like mine. And had shiny rivets, The few that mine had were dull. They were one piece. Mine ripped and repaired beyond recongition. My so called "favorites" were just the only pair of pants i had. |
| And besides... It didn't even matter... My momma had to work that night anyway. |
| STORE FRONT REALITY |