I'M DIFFERENT AFTER THE TRIP
Tayleur Crenshaw | Oakland | New York, USA
I'm Different After The Trip explores the evolution of me in comparison to the evolution of the modes of transportation I used.
Listen, if I drive y’all there I’m not picking you up
Even as a kid I was always on the move, I had shit to do
Me and my friends were popular not only because of our energy...
We were involved in all the sports and programs in and after school
Our programs were diverse, anything from academics to asking us what we knew about Lovveee
Just like the segments at the end of songs on the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill
And we needed those programs like we needed our parents to drive us there.
Students woke up around 5:30 am to make their 6:30 am high school yellow bus
Of course I was tired
Sometimes my alarm would go off and I’d contemplate showing up
In this case my mother, who worked in the school, wouldn’t say
If I drive y’all there I’m not picking you up
It was Tayl if you miss that bus enough is enough
Forget all that weekend stuff, you staying home and you will be punished!
But occasionally
I’d wake up late and she’d wake up on her good side
She’d chauffeur me to school and we’d stop by dunkin donuts during the ride
Can I get coughfee and a bacon egg and cheese please!
Later I’d find out that request was the New York in me
It was our bonding time, in the car listening to New York morning radio
Our own Breakfast club, our good vibes
My friends and I relied on our mothers to chauffeur us back and forth
On weekends it was normally dre’s mother who picked us up one by one in her red trail blazer truck
At that time there was six of us girls
Maybe an extra friend whose mother couldn't drive her there or pick her up
And then we’d pile in
Tallest in the front, three of us in the back
Sometimes four and we’d sit on each others laps
And the rest bundling up in the suv’s trunk aka the hatch
At that point we didn’t look like a car full of daughters
We were refugees trying to make across the border
Us kids clueless and joking around
Dres mom keeping an eye out for cops and occasionally telling us to ‘put your heads down’
When we made it to the party we would exit from all ends of the car like a circus
Which was only fitting because we were always the entertainment
We’d go into our friends house, upstairs would be parents, aunties and uncles
Smoking cigarettes, playing cards and drinking
Downstairs it would be us high school kids twerking in the basement
Then the mother responsible for picking us up would come around 1 or 2 am
Pile us back into the car and get ready for our rounds
We lived in a small town so stopping from house to house didn’t take too long
We’d each get out, while the rest waited in the car until we got into the house
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