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Blues
Those five or six young guys
lunched on the stoop
that oven-hot summer night
whistled me over.
Nice
and friendly.
So, I stop.

MacDougal or Christopher
Street in chains of light.


A summer festival.
Or some
saint's.
I wasn't too far from
home, but not too bright
for a nigger, and not too dark.

I figured we were all
one, wop, nigger, jew,
besides, this wasn't Central Park.

I'm coming on too strong? You figure
right! They beat this yellow nigger
black and blue.


Yeah.
During all this, scared
on case one used a knife,
I hung my olive-green, just-bought
sports coat on a fire plug.

I did nothing.
They fought
each other, really.
Life
gives them a few kcks,
that's all.
The spades, the spicks.


My face smashed in, my bloddy mug
pouring, my olive-branch jacket saved
from cuts and tears,
I crawled four flights upstairs.

Sprawled in the gutter, I
remember a few watchers waved
loudly, and one kid's mother shouting
like "Jackie" or "Terry,"
"now that's enough!"
It's nothing really.

They don't get enough love.


You know they wouldn't kill
you.
Just playing rough,
like young Americans will.

Still it taught me somthing
about love.
If it's so tough,
forget it.
Written by: Derek Walcott