Rhythm and Blues

For Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, and many others unlawfully killed.

I see my rhythm, I see my blues,

I see my color, I see my hues.

I see my rhythm, I see my blues,

I see my color, I see my hues.

I eat my Skittles, and drink my Iced Tea.

I sit and read in my driver’s eat.

I cruise down the block as the wind blows.

I crash my car and knock on yo’ door.

I scream for help at the traffic stop.

I hold my cell phone and hear the cops.

I show my wallet, and I see your holster.

I have a broken tail light, Mr. Officer.

I got a registered gun. I don’t live very far.

I sell CD’s out the trunk of my car.

I can’t play with toy guns, I can’t have parties.

I can’t go Walmart, I can’t hold a shotty.

I can’t sit, can’t stand, can’t jog, can’t sleep.

I can’t ride in the car with you, I can’t breathe.

I was born a king, but I’m set up to fail.

I can’t protest freely, I’m headed to jail.

I’ll just stare outside, with my window unopen.

I’ll sit at home and listen to the commotion.

I’ll just put my hands up and watch the sun rise.

I’ll watch bullets fly in front of my son’s eyes.

I see my rhythm, I see my blues,

I see my color, I see my hues.

I see my rhythm, I see my blues,

I see my color, I see my hues.

The question is do you?

Written by Devans Eli. Copyright 2024. All Rights Reserved.

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Photo by Nathan Dumlao.