who am I walks muhammad ali

17 Oct

i thought it kind of amazing
to hear a co-worker wonder
what it would be like
to be Ali and
walk down the street
and be recognized by everyone,
but not bothered,
not followed
not in the least.
people parting like water instead,
massive waves of respect in hushed whispers.
we sort of do that when my co-worker walks by,
not exactly.
i mean there’s joking around and what not,
but that respect is definitely there.
no wonder why he wonders about Ali.
i guess it’s the physical equivalent of
staring at a storefront window,
seducing one self with hair curls and lip puckering,
making one self attractive,
going for the gusto,
beautiful brain
beautiful body.
i love ’em both.

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