Holding tight to what is known and what can never be forgotten
When the birds chirp it brings you back to the fields where you once became family
You sang together and raised children together so when the whispers of wind
sweeps you off your feet where you realize that the hardships and stories began here.
Picking from limbs the fluff that runs deep in your veins. Names such as “cotton harvester” doesn’t sound as old when you live in a state that doesn’t teach about the most influential race massacre
but what is known is that chocolate melts in the sun and when it burns folks like to run, from the truth
to only assume that they wouldn’t mind if i said it i have black friends but the history cannot allow it
it tells you to stand up and speak but what is there to be said when all of sudden everyone owns a pair of headphones can’t listen
so it’s best to stick to the back of the bus stories and i had a dream until are the hardships of those flowers touching melanin skin seemed to matter no more.
The killings and murders from farm animals to other farm animals are to be expected and taught to children before the birds kiss the bees.
The stares from people who owns pots of gold can mean nothing or so much.
The “I want pretty mixed babies” turns to be not so pretty when the babies can’t learn to braid their own hair.
The grocery store lights turning on from 8 to 8 waiting for another man to walk in and grab a drink that’s only used for cereal or an excuse.
But that’s only 5% of what is seen, the other 95 will be revealed when the birth of a black baby doesn’t create a cry within the community.
A cry that says “just another soul to have to survive”
when the birds chirp again it brings you back to feelings of the fingers rushing through the picking of blues music turning into breakdancing competitions of whose family on the block makes the best ribs feeling everything so deeply rooted from the hair that has been curling since 1619 a time that even today couldn’t understand or care.
A breathless experience that be for real but aint nobody care, cause you can’t breathe when there ain’t no oxygen you know cause it feels so tight and like so wrong, you feel me?