Blacks and Blues

Blacks and Blues

Life. Full of ups and downs.

Crescendos and rests

high C#s and staccatos

Ms. Bobbi sings through her flute

I think and write

I express what I couldn't before

or when I did it fell on deaf ears

"they call it blacks and blues"

The bruises we see on our skin fade

but on the soul of a nation and people

they slowly heal

but only when they are realized and accepted.

Great things come in small packages

and immovable intentions

leveraged and moved along

when they should instead be broken to gravel

Slurred notes and journeys through music

lines on paper and in code

we observe, analyze

never to compromise, as the blacks and blues

they still remain

only healing when we open our eyes

our ears, our souls.

"when it's your time to choose".