MA WARDROBE SECTION

{EB} SWORD POET’S SOLO.

LEON:

MA
WARDROBE SECTION

I
feel worried ’bout the way i do my selection…

you
know, my clothes in the wardrobe section…

i
pick and dump and

pick
and choose and,

there
are a lot that i hardly touch, or feel or even wear.

So
i started to feel sorry for the many clothes that i don’t or hardly wear;

cos,
sometimes i am givin’em away

or
sayin’ this won’t be appropriate for today.

And
other times,

i
don’t even care to give’em some face time.

So
i thot it was ’bout time

i
rearranged.

And
that was when i began talkin’ to my clothes.

I’ll
wake up every morning and

line
up every piece’o fabric i got on my hanger.

I
even created a new word ‘slanger’

to
enable my interaction with ma clothes last longer.

I
would address each and every one of’em

from
back to forth,

and
forth to back,

and
back to forth again.

And
pause a lil’

to
look back into my bag

to
be sure none was neglected.

So
my affection did extend equally to get all of’em affected.

And
t’was just like i expected.

So
i felt satisfied

that
at least every piece’o fabric i got is attended to

and
with all due respect.

But
at that moment

i
forgot my stockings

my
briefs, my hand and body towels,

my
sheets and pillow cases,

my
blanket, and even my curtains.

So
i had to rearrange again,

to
create their space in the wardrobe section.

And
maybe to avoid racial discrimination,

cos
some’o my curtains and clothes were White,

i
had a new rearrangement:

Black,
Colored and White. And

White,
Colored and Black,

to
be clear which’o’em colors i had few or even lacked,

and
it’s a wrap.

But
on this perfect day,

i
got outta my house, locked my door,

wore
my shoes,

and
was ready to be in motion.

That
was when it dawned on me that i left out a very vital section;

The
RAGS wardrobe section.