Being in the mix of commonality
Among community of familiarity
Cool clapping to gospel beats
Stepping old school rhymes with our feet
Classic soul strolling the streets where low riders call home
Catfish and hollow Pineapples filled with Watermelon Juice
staggered lines await baskets of Fried Broccoli and Fried Chicken
all kinds of Sweet Pies on these mobile outdoor kitchens
Incense smokey clouded my eyes...winked unknowingly...
Was that a snake around his neck? Oh helllll to the...
and this other one has a pit bull in tow
Young man grabs my hand and professes I'm his future plan...
Uhhh no...this smile you see is my default not de-flirt squirt...
You look like you could be my son...
Go have fun with the get fresh crew...to the left doing the humpty dance
Music everywhere, people watching both natural and fake hair
Baby Carriage's, Wheelchairs, the injured brave this crowd
Loud, black and beautiful...lives that matter all around
Visiting every booth, entering every contest, accepting every free sample...
Hebrews, Muslims and Christians advertising their ministry...
Come get saved for a small fee
But won't cost you nothing to pray with me Sister...
Brother please let me be...I hear you...I see right through...unique
We the people believe in the power...the coming together...
It's so much more than a backyard party...
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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