SUITED

I wake up ready to fight the world. The daily grind of the commute of the big city. The smell of Starbucks on the subway. The stench of some homeless guy who swore at me the other day. I'm suited. Navy blue pinstripes of course, perfect for corporate America. Beside me, a brotha. Pants down half way round his ankles in a wifebeater. Looking at me. Snickerin under his breath as to say "Look at this sellout in his Carlton Banks gear." What's wrong with us? Is it unacceptable to look gentleman-like, sophisticated, dare I say, suave these days? Do I have to be an "Uncle Tom" because my vocabulary is correct and I don't speak in ebonics? This muthafukkin (there I spelled it wrong, are you happy now brotha) suit cost me $400 and I wear it proudly. No no, The price tag doesn't mean i'm better than you. It doesn't mean that I value you less as a human being it just means that I know what it takes to get a paycheck every two weeks in MY world. I'm suited, proud and lookin damn good (now if they can just fix the AC on the trains)........