Sounds Like the '80s
Back then, Urban Chic was a bookcase made
of milk crates that were all the same color.
In college, anyhow. Others hung out on corners
in front of the laundry or the liquor store, mid-day,
smoking weed and playing checkers on milk crates
made into game tables. They yelled, "Hey, girl,
why don't you smile?" then made fun of us, ignoring
them. "That's okay. Look like H. R. Puffinstuff anyhow!"
Not sure how so many raised-right sistahs know precisely
what I mean, yet somehow have managed in every department
not to find each Other, keeping vision boards on our own.