Clothing

I suppose my clothing tells a lot about me, you see black male wearing loose fitting jeans, an overly large white T, a crisp New Era fitted, some clean air Nikes and of course a doo-rag to keep the hair right. My clothing I would like to think says I’m not a bum, but I also know my clothes speak louder than actions on some in certain circumstances. I had a conversation with one of my friends discussing how when he goes out into the suburbs he doesn’t wear a fitted cap and usually wears a polo. I contemplated what we discussed for awhile actually taking the time to consider what might come into people’s minds when they see me walk down the street. I usually didn’t think about things like this because I could care less, but my friend made a valid point, why draw added attention to yourself.