I am a ghetto bastard born in the heart of LA, Lost Angels
Raised in alleyways, streets devoid of hope with dim lights
so it was hard to see the future
The Concrete Jungle. At the crossroads of Chaos and Disorder.
Where I learned a few tricks, saw chicks turn a few tricks and
shallow holes swallow chocolate bodies whole. The stage was set.
The scene isn't pretty, but everyone knew their role
I am Martin's dream, deferred but not given up on
I come from a family of coke lines to writing dope lines and I love the high. I
am anger and resentment.
I am the raging beast who is calmed by the music of my wife's voice when she speaks
She reminds me life is not always black and white
Life, is a rainbow in a bag; Trayvon
It's, 50 shades of Gray; Freddie
There's various hues and beauty in the blues, especially when a lady sings it
I am mean muggin' with a cold stone exterior
But I turn gooey like putty when I hear grandpa and daddy
I am the son who speaks silently in codes only my wife can decipher
I am lyrics that married melodies and gave birth to hope in a manger for all to adore
I am priceless
Abstract and a bit complex, but you saw thru all my flaws and put a ring on it
Now I know my worth
I'm cool as Morris Day. Smooth as a Botti sax on a jazz track. I'm woke!
I know, skin is the biggest organ but my melanin makes it a sin sssation. I am,
a Georgia road from Ahmaud Arbery. A
Texas lane from Sandra Bland and
a Staten Island street from Eric Garner
This quarantine is not new to me. Hell! I've been scared to go somewhere for
fear of dying for almost 50 yrs.
And I'm still here
That has to count for something
© 2020 D.L. DAVIS
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