I been trying to get a job here and there. Nobody take me. I got this jail record. I knows how they feel. No experience. Eighth grade in school. Hiring me is a gamble. I shy away from working just like everybody else. I like to run at nights. But I like this job. Man, I'm looking good. I get up in the mornin' and I see this face and there's a smile on it now.
The speaker is a muscular Detroit Negro ("I was one of those zoot-suit boys") whose scarred forearms bear...
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