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Seek; Because I Couldn't be there
Prophetic old man
On the corner of west and Madison
Sings cardboard truths with
Simulated sanity and liquor breath.
Tells me my time is near.
Death will bring refuge my child.
Sunday Morning sisters stroll
reverently towards the church yard
Clad in bleach-white gowns and hill top hats.
Running towards the Sultry salvation
That’ll wash away the regret of monday to saturday.
Salty tears dry.
Wiped away with lilac scented hankies.
And so they sing.
Angels because they say they are.
Religion will bring refuge my child.
Ringing chants of black pride,
March the soldiers of their own damnation
Towards symbols of recognition.
Dandelions crushed under black boot.
Wind’s flow interrupted buy distinct frame and
Scroll google search engine
Tells me tales of their turmoil.
Black Panthers and Ku Klux Klans.
Bloods and Crips.
Separation will bring refuge my child.
Tired of soul searching
She lays her head on cold concrete.
Pulls yesterday’s news paper over fishnet stockings.
Hikes the skirt shorter for air.
She will breath.
Pulls stolen iPod
From between bruised breasts.
Earphones in, Whole world out.
Their filthy touch washed away with
Lupe’s slick words.
Sweet Nothings Erased with Pac’s
Hope floods through Buddens lyric.
Tears fill her eyes as she drifts away from reality.
Music brings refuge.