YOU WANT TO SEE YOURSELF

you look in your windows:
two things—your reflection
and your stuff. I’m clean,
and my stuff is clean. Hey
I’m talking to you. My life—
it’s me, these sunglassses
and flowers, these sneakers,
this railing and these steps.
This fist, this rag.
It’s me and my shadow,
you understand? We don’t take
no shit, neither of us.