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White As Snow

Clean 

Pristine

Like Nelly ‘03

Not creased or beat like the Zillennials’ be


Encased online

One-click away shopping spree

A check box for checkmarks

Long await in the shopping cart


I needed to cop

Be a part, be the part

A throwback like storytime

New to me but a re-release

An 07’ rewind and far off dream


I tried to work for mines

I performed the grind

I hopped favor would reside

My efforts to reward this feat


I hoped it’d be enough 

To cover up my scuffs

Labor to buff and clean me up 

And qualify the next life to be above 


Till realized, I closed my eyes

Went three rounds in shell toes but hell still called

Heart scuffed from ballin’ on concrete

The glue beat and toe box smacking loud

A resolution needed now 


I looked to another to hook me up

“A-hundred for 2 pair”

I was scared

The back of his trunk was up

Shoeman’s boxes was from Iran- not Viet’nam

I should have known something was up 


Quality on cardboard 

Stitches like a crossword puzzle

This was Sunday’s paper on Tuesday 

The answer was 4 across

F-A-K-E

And I was down for it


This wasn’t a good sell

I needed to cover myself

My feet were bare 

My performance below the bar

This man offered a quicker way at attempts to hide my shame

Replacement glory to stunt on life’s game


Sho’nuff I slid him a bill 

Put them thangs on my feet hoping it would heal

It only revealed my willingness to blend, to pretend

A pretense that would only backfire in the end


You can’t cover up a reverse check

It bounces

Especially when the roast of the audience is loudest 

I found toast where I wanted to be the proudest 

Them jokers krumped on my sole 

Didn’t hold back on the clowning 


Burnt 

I thought to retaliate with flames

But deep inside I knew it was a lost cause

They were right 

I could see the lies, the off white design

Shortcuts riddled with self-deceit


Lost in the acceptance 

A waste it would be on resentments

Turns out if you chase the world tenets

You will end up with its penance 


I needed a replacement

Less temporary and more brilliant 

Something or someone who could undo what I had done

Someone more blinding 

Who uncovers darkened eyes with deep love

Dips black souls in red blood 

Cleans those with bare feet

Makes pristine foes that don’t measure up


I found this 

It arrived from a King who went bleeding

Jacked for his robe

Betrayed and abused

To make us white as snow

A three-day exchange with eternity

A delivery guaranteed


No longer in need of my fauxs 

I let them go

Tossed them in the trash 

Free from a self-sufficient being

Released from objects defining my meaning


Settled down in hope

Turns out 

No shoes are needed to stand on holy ground