FOX STREET WAS SWEET - Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther's Blog

      FOX STREET WAS SWEET

When I was a youngstar about 6 or 7 years old, I knew atleast  three magic charm words:

HOCUS-POCUS,  ABRACADABRA, AND OPEN SESAME.  I was a magician!  

Oh my GOD. It's my word have you heard?  I was all over shining and done from begun

To fun.  Ready to try out the day.  Funny note:  I hardly ever closed the bathroom door

When I was occupying it.  Of course I had a toilet to run. From.  I'd  leave the door open gun it 

And run.  Brave with all things except one.

But if you ever dared ME ... I was bad.  I could  have been killed, but I loved the thrill.

There were countless "I dare you to climb here or there "  or" I dare you this or that".

"You think you bad "was often my word of the day and "you make me sick"   Boy, I did it 

All.  I had a ball.  On occasions I threw processed sandwich  meat out of the window to the hungry   Dogs in the backyard.   DAMN I WENT HARD.

I ate butter by itself , half a stick on a regular.  Raw Frank's were a delicacy to me.  I had  a hunger  my family knew nothing about.  I was  having fun being all I could be.

I felt the wind at my heels when my new pair of red  PRO-KEDS helped me fly. I was sure to come alive talking all that jive surrounded by my friends.  We would talk and curse a mile a minute. I owned every  F WORD from the corner store to Gibraltar. Any situation,  it's my word, I was in it.  We were careful not to be caught cursing by accusing grown-Ups.  Didn't  want  anY Unsolicited  advice.  None of "you'd better not and   definitely didn't want HEAR  "I'm telling Your mother."   No threatening diatribe from the grown-Ups. 

When boredom set in --  Now who wants to play?  RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT,  FOLLOW THE LEADER,  RUN CATCH AND KISS.    I was mostly an honest  kid until I concluded that honesty

Was not a fashion.  I was running  all grunge and frumpy,  a little bleeding  band aides scars

And raggedy baseball cards.

Even when I was wrong., I was right. Constantly ready for the fight.  You know I took  

Pleasure when I watched the grown-Ups squirm.   I was sure they didn't care for me much

At all.    DAMN FOX STREET WAS SWEET. I HAD A BALL.

ABRACADABRA   HOCUS-POCUS.  OPEN SESAME

I'm out the. Door.  Runnin'  with my new red PRO-KEDS.

P.S --oh yes  I forgot to mention stepies on my brand new Pro-KEDS it was the rite of 

           Passage for all  new sneaker wearers out of envy and jealousy.