Birmingham Blues

Sweltering day Solution: ice cream Fell into unwanted trouble Pain splattering across my back Anger biting my arm I hear laughing Nothing is funny Our yelling blistering our own ears Fighting is in our blood On that day, God helped us past Tired of getting torn apart like a german shepherd's chew toy We break away from the jaws of death Running faster than a small child after stealing a taste of his Mother's cherry pie Looking for a place to disappear from the horrors No where to go Danger amidst collapsing no where to turn cold freshness lathering my face my face turns red like a ripe tomato swelling up a salty waterfalls slides down my face Warmth soaks my young skin powerful hands lift me up strength empowers me Head spinning I hear "It's ok child, get on home, It's ok, equality will prevail, just keep praying, It's ok child, now get on home"