Blue swag hits long before his coming
There is no face, no heart now, just a gun
Vacuum’s sucked away all air for breathing
Muscles taut for fear – stand ground or run?
Can’t help what comes in fueled projection
Trust no longer what rushes in
Can’t wait for moment’s revelation
So loud the color of human skin.
Peel prejudice from today’s prediction
See the ones whose hearts are pinned to him
A mother’s view so ready for the taking
Replace his face with what fear’s letting in?…
Loud he laughs complete with plastic microphone
Pants sagging; shoes so proud, so clean
A brain, a heart; he has no pick with anyone
But paint him dumb, lazy, no good, and mean.
Project a record, time in jail
Project children in his wake
Project he won’t measure up; he’ll fail
Trust not permitted in his resume.
But wound around him, too, a mother’s care
A God’s delight; a call already planned
Cut through the thick of projections’ damning dare
Help bring to birth the rising of a man.
Blue meets black to what? Crash, collide
And mothers’ hearts do not beat until they see
The consequences such collisions bring
The cost, the loss, the sheer stupidity.
Not this time; no arms are brought to bear
Familiar words exchanged between the two
No territory’s marked by color one
But claimed and named by both black and blue.
See! Mothers met; they laid down new law!
In one another’s homes they talked and prayed
For love of sons, a common ground was found
Tragedy’s been checked; now empty is the grave.