A hipster chick on Houston

Or possible trustafarian

Threw her Birkenstocks at me

Because I look like Snow White

She was judging me

by my looks

by my black cocktail dress

and high heels.

I don’t care if it was
in the “Village”.

Does she know where I come from –

That day, that year, that decade?

No.

This is just another form of racism

And I’m burned out on it.

Grow up.

She missed my head

Her beau running to the shoe

Begging me not to take it:

I glanced down and said it wasn’t my size.

How smug they were

sitting

on

a bench

in front

of

an

Occupy Wall Street

STORE.

If my Venice homie had one more

cocktail in her

the

Birkenstocks

would never have made it

back.

 

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