Nylon, Black, ‘72

by ARIANA BROWN

 

i don’t know why

every mexican in my hood

wears nike cortez’s;

why the breakers

in my crew polished em

daily, as if a little spit

could salvage our childhoods;

why we all know

cortez’s are best

for cwalking, gang shit,

sick moves thrust

upon an opponent's pride -

why we thought

by wearing the name

of our conqueror, we might somehow

become him