I See You

I see you don't see me Watching you Watching me. I know you don't hear me Listening you Listening me. I am the invisible man Muted In your discourse of salvation Distributed Against your stereotype of expectation Passed over Beware of the returning progigal. You shout to me From afar walking towards me On a narrow street Without crossover privileges I am just a stranger You cannot recognize when you meet The diabolical outcome Of your situations. I see you don't see me Invisible in the color of my skin Black ebony Sweet as jazz harmony On your charcoal canvas of night So you blow my tune Full of the oral codes that summons God To leave us Until I put the trumpet down And turn to the skin Stretched, dried, taut Pouring under my finger Sounds Sounds ... sounds ... sounds You know I know The drum is there Because the hunter Did not surrender to the wild goat's fears.