SOUL-CHI

                                      Chi-Raq, SOUL-CHI, Murder City         

                                 I am beautiful amongst the trees yet ugly on the screen

    My fertility is fine yet my children always die

                        And Yes, I feel pain

                        When Each Is Slain

                          No Matter The Rain 

                          Or If It Was On Main

                        I Cry

                                And My Tears Are Not Red Or Blue

                            Nor Brown Or Black

                            They Are Clear As Glass

            I See Behind The Colorful Mask

                           So Yes, I Cry

                                Crying internally, garnering all the pain, so I can try

                              By Filling Happiness, Cookouts, and Opportunities In My Flask

Yet This Is Not A Mask

                       Though Your Father Dressed Me In Pipes And Railways For Himself,

                             I tore and cut a new style for you 

I created a tune for two

Ask Loleatta Holloway

  My Systemic Segregated Highways

              All Pour Into To A Mosaic Of Tall And Short Byways

And Though Famous Sly Snakes Throw Signs To Represent Me,

                         There Is Always That Day 

                    When Even They 

                      Will Only Hear My Voice: Mama Lee

              My Voice Is Free

                    You Must Never Forget That I am Your Mother

        A Mother Of Each Other

                Not Just Thy Brother

              And Remember Who I am

                  I am beautiful as my smile reflects in the night sky

               But So Tough

                 That Some Will Have Had Enough.

                   But I am preparing you for the scorch of Mrs. O’Leary,

                  The Greed, Deceitfulness, and Hatred That

                     Lays Even More Menacingly Outside Of My Prairie.

                 Please Listen To Me

                  I do not speak nuthin but once

Although I may seem shy amongst the polarizing voices of the sky

                  Nuthin Is As Final,

                   As Artistic,

                Nor Intelligible, As

                      You,  My Soul-Chi