“Selfie,” A Poetry Post

I wish you could see me:
Flat twists rowed back,
Stocking cap in black,
Sipping apple juice
Through a striped straw
From a Styrofoam cup,
Grooving to Sizzla Kalonji,
Wearing my big square frames and a
Tank-top-sweat-pant combo.

Cause just like that,
I'm fly.

Just like that,
I’m fly.

-T. D. James-Moss