Sound Of A Butterfly

It's been awhile since I've liked anything

New

Pac died

One of the Krazies turned Christian

The sickest of the sickmade is laying in a hospital bed.

They made a movie about nwa

And it made hella money

made me laugh

I remember when they banned them from the radio.

I remember when I had to sneak and listen to my sister's tape

the technique of the immortal one remains strong

On a cloud I called grown

I meditated with my blackness

had relations with the blues

made love to R&B

accepted Jazz as my personal musical savoir.

still

I never forgot

my first

love

I never fell out of love with

my first

love

yet

everything new

except a few

was just bullshit

then one day

high up

floating on that grown cloud

I got confused.

I knew what I saw but

I dint know they made sound

One day

I heard a butterfly

© Christopher F. Brown 2015

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Murica

They say,

"America loves a winner."

 

I ask,

"Why doesn't America like Serena?"

 

They say,

"America loves an underdog?"

 

I ask,

"Why doesn't America like Serena?"

 

They say,

"America loves a good fight and fighter."

 

I say,

"I already know why but would you,

America,

ever admit

Just once.

 

You know what,

 

Nevermind."

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2015

 

 

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