Youth Advisory Board

Huddled assassins,
Tracksuit bottoms and hidden weapons.
Eyes heavy with dope and aggression.
Hands thick and tense.
Heads bent in conspiracy.
They move aside and open the doors.
They let me push in.
Respectful, giving safe space to the small form next to them.
They look down at their trainers,
Loosen their limbs.
He's big.
Tall and handsome.
Young eyes hung with tiredness.
Face pensive and apprehensive.
His friend wears his hair like the local mullah, Nike trainers and canvas chinos rolled at the ankles.
Street style.
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