Fifth grade and I am elven years old
A shrewd political genius of my time
You seep through my speakers
I am mesmerized
Dancing on the carpet, pavement and the asphalt belts
You are a thriller and I am only a witness
I long to look into your eyes
And hold your lungs in my hand feeling the beats you create as you breathe
Inhale, exhale, you are alive!
You bridge the gap in my heart between what's fact and what is fiction
Race no longer exists and sex is everything
There is blood on the dance floor tonight
And my apologies that my people will forget
Just know that I am thriving on the words you sing
Because they don't really care about us
And you are the notes comprising my everything
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