Stand Your Ground
I’m singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin’. I am happy again.
Crunch a rainbow hard.
Crush a rainbow tight.
Watch it explode.
Watch it explode!
Scatter silver light and glitter.
Did you see that?
I see that.
It’s a ghost.
The ground sinks with its steps.
Leaving footprints
On a patch of land surrounded.
Gates.
Bars.
Fences.
Chains.
Links.
Fences.
Pickett.
Iron.
Fences.
Turkeys all around:
Thanksgiving.
We eat turkey at Thanksgiving in the United States of America.
We eat chicken more frequent. We choke our own chickens.
We murder our own turkeys.
Hoods light my panther!
What would Martin Luther King Jr. say?
“I may not get there with you, but we as a people will get to the Promise Land.”
On the road,
Trayvon Martin.
On the road,
Medgar Evers.
On the road,
Emmett Till.
On the road,
Four girls in a church.
On the road,
Your brother.
On the road,
Her daughter.
On the road,
Evidence of things not seen.
On the road,
Your friend.
On the road,
You and me.
I’m singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin’. I am happy again.
