That’s My Bag, Baby... My Hand Bag!

A stream of light pierced my forehead and for a minute I could see only silver. I was ambling as fast as the light turns from green to yellow. In between skyscrapers, struck down by darkness of a temple wake. I stopped wearing my sunglasses about a week ago, but I couldn't seem to remove them from my bag. Its put together like a boy scout's daypack, but highly fashionable. It's all I got When I leave for another day. This is a magic bag, momma. I don't have a car for storage, I have my feet. Urban renewal exists in the ghetto, but it doesn't happen in a handbag!