Damn momma, Itās cold as hell in here. Let me boil some water on the stove before I lose a couple of my fingers. This winter been a little rough, shiddd. Ever since they opened up a couple of them factories, it feel like we been working harder for less. I go in everyday, work pants, work shirt, work shoes, work attitude, ready to work for the man. The non union workers wear pin stripes, like we waiting on a bowling ball to strike down. The colored folks donāt have a union yet, they say weāll get one soon. Iāve been working here for 13 months and we still aināt got one so I wonāt get my hopes up. My line leader one of them uppity negroes, think he better than cus he be sniffing up the boss ass. See me, I come in, press the button on the machine until my hands black from the oil, until my lungs filled with more smoke than I can bare, then I take me a 5 minute break. Sneak me a cigarette, holla at a couple of the fine ladies walking pass with they short skirts on, and return back to the line.
Marcus, he stand right next to me on the line. We stay right down the block from each other. Our mothers go to the same church. Well that was before mine came down with that cough. You know that cough a few folks been getting since the factories showed up. Since then, she can barely leave the house to get groceries, leaving me to carry the load. But yeah, Marcus man, he one of those preaching niggas. Always tryna find a way from under the white mans thumb.
See me, I donāt see no way. Today he gave me this pamphlet talking about some group of niggas tryna start a revolution. I snatched that paper so hard out his damn hand. I had to tell em ānigga this aināt the placeā, he know our line leader was an overseer in his past life. As soon as I shoved the paper in my back pocket here this nigga come walking over. He asked to see what was on it. That wasnāt happening. He had the nerve to try to grab it out my back pocket. Hell nah. I grabbed his hand and gave him a stiff one right to the jaw. After that, all hell broke loose. All I seen was pin stripes tussling with the overseers. I seen Marcus had one of our bosses by the neck, with a grin on his face.
It aināt last too long toll Chicago Police pulled up ready to break some niggas. They snatched us off those white tails and threw us out on the hard concrete. Marcus and I exchanged looks, and at that point, I was out of job with a sick mother, but man did I feel free. We take off towards our cribs, smoking a cigarette, catching our breath. As he walked in to his place, he yells āI guess Iāll see you tonightā
Yeah whatever nigga, I replied. Guess I aināt got no choice now.
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