You reminded me that maybe I don’t need to turn down the radio as I enter my suburban neighborhood.
The care-free way you shouted the lyrics to ‘Birthday Song’ while waiting at the light felt like a breath of fresh air.
I appreciate that your windows were down.
I appreciate that you didn’t care that the bass from your speakers was shaking the ground.
“If I die, bury me inside the Louis store”
It was 7:30 in the morning and your passion inspired me to do better today.
Your collared button down shirt and fresh fade told me that you’re ready to take on the world.
I stared into your car, completely enamored by your intensity and for some reason I felt safe.
Sometimes it feels like we have to leave the pieces that make us who we are behind simply to fit into the mold the world created for us.
Tomorrow I will blast Vince Staples as I drive to my government job…
In my freshly ironed shirt and skirt.
I will remember who I am and what I have to offer.
A black man blasting trap music at 7:30 in the morning while on his way to his government job?
Now, that’s why I still believe in magic.