The city is alive with life.
Blacks grin in the sun through the hot winds and rains
happiness grows unique in hells fire
but there is relief,
relief to smile, relief to laugh, to scream,
embrace our space.
THIS IS OUR CITY!!!
And we don’t own, but who cares
we give the city color,
we give it spice, we give blood,
and we’re here to stay.
THIS IS OUR CITY!!!
We scorch the streets
careless with care, bleeding detachment
and we grin,
grin face to face with the fires of hell,
but there is relief.
Relief to scream, relief to laugh, to smile,
to embrace our space…
Not easy to break something broken A city cursed with the plague of blood-Lust, Hunger-pains, and Raging-fires
No-gains Momma-tears Gang-signs Steel-toys
Chevy bubbles and dick boys
98.6 degrees burns the evidence to ash so you never
know what really happened here
Nobody from the outside really knows
Lil babies born and die the same day
…buried in the sea of factory made bastards and our voices scream pain with no words
language understood but hardly to fluency
so we maneuver and twist in the face of the icy winds
And off in the distance Strange fruit is plucked viciously from concrete trees Long tee’s and dragging denim catches the blame, but are they really players in this old game?
The fruit pickers grin with blue shields and long swords
slicing the young fruits as the approach maturity
some get missed
slated to only fall to the ground
yet still sweet
but too rotten to be acceptable to those above
and even those are smashed, soil mixed under the heel of the harvester
We have to ponder
…What a way to go…
Being born a beautiful fruit in this wretched garden
A place where short memories are in abundance
deep pockets filled with denial
…yet we remain…
All in the shadow of mountains man made strips of green sprinkled down from the rooftops downtown
Like two beacons atop a mountain of gold
ever present floating amongst the clouds
yet untouchable are the bastions that hold those coins…
Why did they flee to this wretched soil?
We the American untouchables expected to feel blessed
expected to proclaim patriotism and recite battle hymns to our young
expect to remain non-violent while the police continue to pluck us from the trees
just as the strange fruit were picked by their fathers a generation ago
they remain resolute and strong
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