Sometime Lover,
I was watching 8 MILE tonight and something occured to me. I realized what I really like about you.
You remind me of old school hip hop.
You remind me of fat laced Adidas and Pele jackets...of Mobb Deep and Helta Skelta and the first Wu album. You remind me of knowledge rappers with glasses and nappy hair that stood out with their big words and thought provoking rhymes. You remind me of underground beats that I used to thump on my boom box while bopping and thinking of freestyle verses so I could be the first gangsta girl lyricist.
You remind me of the happiest times of my childhood. Of freestyle battles on the block, bad poetry scattered in notebooks, graffitti grafted on brick walls, and b-boy sketches on napkins.
With your elongated fingers and form, nappy hair, baggy clothes, and quiet voice, you remind me of hip hop when you walk, poetry when you sleep, graffitti when you talk, and sketches when you smile.
You remind me of my first love.
No wonder I will love you for the rest of my life.
Your groupie,
Tee Tee