- Written by Kamaka Brown
Daddy was stopping the car. He had pulled over to the side of the road. I had been dozin' in da back seat so I neva spoc' em like usual.
"Oh, Daddy," It was my muddah, "you have your good clothes on !" "Mommy." he was determined to score da motorcycle frame from the junk pile in front of somebody's house, "No worry, I going be careful... ok?" He pat her knee and got out.
I started to put my shoes on cuz... wen you snoozin' in da back seat you gotta hemmo da shoes, right? I