We were in the middle
Of hundreds of
Adolescence, dripping
In the August sun.
My little sister and I.
The lead singer,
With his football pads
And hulk gloves,
Spat out lyrics
About his momma and
Dancing on cardboard.
We knew every word.
A group of short,
Annoyingly giggly,
Girls stared at us.
As we two white
Girls from Iowa
Rapped along.
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