Dad’s bald head looks like a chocolate ball from here, given his skin tone Mom has the same complexion, but her long hair is tied up in a bun. He looks to the bleachers then, where he sees his mom and dad, Alicia and Aaron, sitting together. His opponents to the left and right bounce up and down and stretch. Flake, in a skintight red-and-black uniform with Arval printed across the top, stands behind the blocks with his hands on his hips, looking determined. It’s humid enough that lots of people have brought their own fans, and others are making do by waving pieces of paper or even just their hands. He’s on the bottom bunk, mumbling to himself, dreaming of his track and field days at Arval University. The water drips from the faucet next to him. He’s here on false charges of rape and assault. From Winnin’ to the Penīone Flake lies on his back in bed in the jail cell with his eyes closed and his hands on his stomach, wearing a gray uniform like all the other inmates. Pays tuition out of pocket as he props knowledge He’s silly but attends a college of community Hanging with the wrong crowd, then hearing the bullet soundįlake can turn invisible with the strength of sensationįast as a gazelle, with healing factors to prevailĪble to erase the pain, but still empty mentally Still a Black man who can’t catch a break Raised in a two-parent household with an alter ego Beasley available on Amazonįrom ultimate zero to hero, a former uppity negro
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