All my homies feel Purple
by Andres Dominguez
$511
medium: oil based markers, acrylic paint, and acrylic markers. Description: Going bar to bar A room with my homies, Ima side kick with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks. Head warm, I’m full of thoughts. We got stories to cover but not one person thought bout how to recover. Another in the chamber, I got no strife. This is life. Spiked horchata. We dance bachata.We’re sweet as límon.Arriba, abajo, al centro, y pa dentro. Look alive, this could be our intro. An afterparty is no fun. Step out. We pop out. Fresh air, I wake up. They outside. I’m innocent. Moments you see the opposition, you could be in the wrong position. In the disposition of being a dissed position. Stop and look. Gotta keep them in my sight. Don’t stare too long, I wanna see a kiss my mom goodnight. Before they pop a curfew. I don’t know about you. I know I could be dead or a fool. For all I know they could be good men. I could be misunderstood. Sorry officer, I can’t put my faith in you. I have to look for the worst. So I refresh my mind to rehearse “Step correct” “Don’t look at them” “No one switch tongues” “Be who they want you to be” A moment to escape reality, but this is reality.