No Happy Why
A nice, curious white woman
asked Georgie me why
me no happy ta-day
I wore me nine-year-old frown
monkey-bar yea high
Lil’ black children grow up dat way
Me answer ta her,
was a look up ta da sky
Bad weather thoughts was commonplace every say
White clouds were getting dark,
angry wetness was windy scowl descending
upon da burning bush ‘brellas: A multiply torrent non-delay
Lightning spit attitudes,
electric hate always on da downpour
Dark blue sky news were turning me parent’s hair ash-gray
Thunder sirens ever on da scream,
black dove children have da most awful cage dreams
And it seems ta be, me elders got mo’ tear reckoning ta pay
So you pearly smile ask
man-child me why
ain’t no sunshine rainbow-ing in me life, ghetto what may?
You too would platinum blonde cry,
if you had ta shoulder da grief
me little heart have endured fo’ only just a short while every pray
A sad, recurring reel scene —
Edited ghetto playground sounds
happening everyday: The scarred heart healing of broken pottery clay
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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