TellTale

You didn’t have to hear him speak, 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 said it all.

Ajala never needed to explain himself, his fit spoke first.
The bold patterns on his chest weren’t decoration. They were declarations.

A story of heritage, stitched loud and proud.
Comfortable in his skin. Certain of his roots.
Every thread? A truth too loud to whisper.

Now, you wear that truth.
Easy, Rooted, Loud if necessary.