My BMX was department store,
black and yellow
like a bumblebee,
and weighed a ton
compared to their
alloy framed bikes.
They made fun of the kickstand
and the chain guard.
I was the class runt
and wore hand me downs
and rolled up jeans
sometimes with patches,
more fodder for jokes.
In the summer we camped
in the Adirondacks,
and in the fall
at the bus stop
or in school
they talked about trips
to France or Spain.
I had a fist fight
with an older kid
down the block
who lived in a house
with a swimming pool
when he said my house
looked like a barn.
I think I still see the world
through the tint
of those dollar green glasses
they made me wear.
And I shout down
the echoes of those voices
that condemn others with less,
and me with them.
But I got tough taking beatings
from bigger older boys.
And my legs got strong
pedaling that heavy bike uphill.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
My BMX was department store,
black and yellow
like a bumblebee,
and weighed a ton
compared to their
alloy framed bikes.
They made fun of the kickstand
and the chain guard.
I was the class runt
and wore hand me downs
and rolled up jeans
sometimes with patches,
more fodder for jokes.
In the summer we camped
in the Adirondacks,
and in the fall
at the bus stop
or in school
they talked about trips
to France or Spain.
I had a fist fight
with an older kid
down the block
who lived in a house
with a swimming pool
when he said my house
looked like a barn.
I think I still see the world
through the tint
of those dollar green glasses
they made me wear.
And I shout down
the echoes of those voices
that condemn others with less,
and me with them.
But I got tough taking beatings
from bigger older boys.
And my legs got strong
pedaling that heavy bike uphill.