As we evolve as a culture, a race and a people, our style of dress is equivocally altered. We watch as the Black male says farewell to (but will never forget) baggy jeans, oversized white T-Shirts and the hip-hop style of dress and introduces the world to The New Age Black Gentleman. It is a replacement that is long overdue.
While there is an admiration and a respect for urban fashion and all that it has done for our culture, there has been a desire and need for its maturation.

I wish them cramps.
I wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.

I wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
I wish them one week late.

Later I wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn’t believe. Let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
Let the clots come
when they want to.

Let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists