 In July, you bring your lock and your towel and Vaseline if you fight. I came with my family, my cousins, uncles, and aunts. That sun has set across the sun. We made it back to the block. That color syrup that's red. That sugar cane and that ice. That fake and sugary blue. The taste of liquid that's nice. That gold chain necklace and hoop. That messy bun with the swoop. That baby hair on that shorty. The prettiest girl in school. That cafe booth. Stella with milk.