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Artist JoeMac
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15 and 7 5/8

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just different

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I’ve had a big head and big feet for my entire life, I now understand the strife my mama felt going through 37 hours of labor to push my big head self out, and all these years later, the only thing she raps about is how she wished the woman speaking spanish, having the baby adjacent to her could shut the hell up long enough so she could concentrate on pushing me out, that was the first time my head caused a problem, I remember coming up in school, it was cool to have the kid from kid-n-play box, or the bobby brown gumby ramp, or the fresh fade with the part that wrapped around your entire head, I thought I was cool, til my friends in school reminded me that my head was so big that my part could be used as a road to drive cross country, damn, I got roasted, I was only in grade three, add on that I had braces and a speech impediment, and it was obvious I wasn’t one of the cool kids, then, there were my feet, abnormally big for someone my age, people reminded me that I needed to wear the boxes instead of the shoes, lowkey, I hated myself, I was skinny with a gut, not to mention the middle of my hair lining that’s always been missing, the two chicken pox scars that live on my face, yea, I felt out of place, see my head is the same size now as it was when I was a kid, but the difference is my body has caught up to match, I added a lot more muscles to my traps so my neck no longer has a difficult time, my chest has expanded, the stomach is still there, but I don’t care, and if this is falling on deaf ears don’t worry, my tattoos tell this exact same story, and then come my feet, see I wear a size 15, yes, I said that right, a size fifteen, so when I walk into foot locker I get one of two reactions, the men say I can walk you in the back to see what we have, and the women just step back, look at me up and down, say you wear a size 15, well I don’t see a ring on your hand and I ain’t got no man so please let me provide you with more than the shoes, true story, see I have now embraced what I call me, these fifteens have walked earth in 25 countries, leaving footprints of legacy, this head has soaked up the knowledge of books and everyday taskings, I find myself thinking drastic and sometimes nasty, like when I’m with my woman giving her head I hope she rubs my head, that feels so damn good, or when I’m walking, I hope I see a roach so I can crush hiswith these size fifteens, see accepting your life isn’t a dream, it’s a reality, I was a chubby kid with an abnormality, I was asked why couldn’t I be like my friends, I was told stay silent when you caught a parent cheating, I was told to reach into life’s grab bag and be somebody else, but *** that, I am who I am...I wear fitted caps between 7 ½ to 7 ⅝, I mostly wear them for style, but some women like a man with a cap and no smile cause it’s makes him look gangsta, but when you see me like that no there is no anger, I am simply covering the head that once caused me grief, much like I cover my future from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet, and my feet now walk with a purpose to carry her and myself, see I realized that if you fall in love with numbers, you will never be satisfied, but a 15 and 7 ⅝ has made me come to realize, that I am perfectly made

 

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LP45 says:

Excellent penning JoeMac, Great visiuals too. Thanks for sharing.

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