Justified Galaxy

Yesterday i walk along sidewalks amongst other seekers on some type of urgent quest to make a sale in the City of San Fransisco. Downtown with the sun blooming on our chocolate skin making it a pinch darker, attractive however.
I have a certain orgasmic pleasure of showing more skin when the sun is smiling brighter.
Cow boy boots that gets more compliments then Yoshi herself.
Shorts big enough just to cover my most secret place.
a ragged button up shirt with only one button fastened. No bra.
and a top hat.
Not to mention i only make appearances with kids as fly as i am.
I thank God when he blesses the lands with weather worth experiencing, however on this particular day where i just wanted to smoke mad marijuana and rap, was not so pleasurable after all.Instead i just wanted to eat watermelon,smoke a black and be happy.

Marijuana always wins.

Walking along side millions of others, mind set 'On' to Franklin Stein mode, i was on remote cruise control, however, I am Alive.
A Muslim man sitting on a bucket with a polyester suit on in 105 degree weather was holding a painted (red) sign that read in black bold letters, " No More Aids" and in the mist of trying to grasp attention besides the fact that you a nigga wit a suit on and Even the devil is sippin on syrup and lemonade, he is going on some tangent rant about stopping aids for good. Somehow we catch his attention, strongly i might add and in what seemed to be a anger rage, points to us and chants, "No Same Gender Sex.No MORE AIDS!!!x3"


Although i had equal opportunity to disrespect this ignorant gentlemen, i reserved my energy and called it quits.

I finally found an ounce of humor in the fact that the world has not yet come to grasp with homosexuality. However, every ones mind is measured to the largest amount of personal opinions, so how silly of me to think that something looked down upon for so long can just transform into a beautiful identity sculpture over night. 6 months or 10Year.

I will say this tho.
Just like i caught his eye with my appearance, He probably had about 7 seconds of fantasy erasing his righteous mind until he took a look deeper into my company and figured out what i stood for in that 10Th second.
not until then did i look like a sexy slab of pork to him.A white devil in his eyes. Tisk Tisk. How we measure people down in such a tiny time frame.
In short amount of time we believe we individually know everything about them that matters to us personally.