Black Music

I wake up everyday dreaming that I don’t get killed because of this organ I carry
An all black piano with no white keys
I end up playing the symphony of life
on my knees begging to not end me
My organ is missing some chords
So every song that I play
just isn’t tuned right
If I could b-flat and never learn the value of this organ
I wouldn’t know just how beautiful music could really be
And I would never walk past shattered mirrors and hate the reflection of me
Since I don’t have any white keys
And they say
that they all sound the same
But if you close your eyes and listen
it’s not about the looks or even the name
It’s about the music that runs deep in every vein
that has the same adopted last name
It’s the beating of the drums that are seen in everyday motion
It’s about knowing
that the blood runs deeper
than those who came enslaved across oceans
It’s about the music that makes my keys black
Why be too focused on white keys
When
I could never play that
(2016)