He ready. Give em people a problem today.
Look at that face. LOOK at it. That is not a nervous first day face. That is not a mama dont leave me face. That is a face that already know he finna run that classroom by lunch. Teeth out, eyes squinted, both fists balled up like he about to say something slick. He four and he already got a mugshot smile.
Outfit check, cause yall know I did not send him out here regular.
White tee, fresh, the lil logo on the chest. Black cargo pants that I had to roll up once. And the red and white Jays that cost more than my first car payment, on a child who will be in a sandbox by 9:30. I know. I know. Dont say it. I said it to myself while I was tying them.
Hair done the night before. Two braids, tight, so nobody gone be sending home notes about it.
He walked out that door like he been going to school for years. Did not look back one time. I was the one standing on the sidewalk with my phone out doing the most. He was already gone in his head.
To his teacher, whoever you are, I am praying for you. He sweet. He also do not listen. Both things is true. Call me if you need me, and you gone need me.
First day down. Pray for that school. Toodles.
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