when i had
long hair
surfer they assumed.

brah.

with dread locks
for five years
i was rasta-farian.

mon.

volkswagen bus
stickers = one love
they never really knew

who i was.

a businessman
making millions
on their ignorance.

cha-ching.

in this capitalist-
driven dwelling
i am a human

being.

i’m a bruised banana.
a used napkin. as
raw and real as it gets.

squished.

and ripped.

but that still
shouldn’t
matter

because

it’s never
better to cast
upon us any kind of

judgements.