It is 98 degrees fahrenheit
In this hole in the wall venue
And our heaters are the mad moshers around us.
My friends are screaming on stage
And in the pit
Every lyric of every song that I have sang
When I was absolutely elated
Or when my heart was breaking
Or really anytime I felt alive.
We are screaming and there is heat around us
And some sweaty drunk just lost his shoe
Because he was dancing so hard
And if my life was a concert
It’d be a whole lot cooler
Because there’s something beautiful
About connecting with friends and strangers
In a soulful way
And you can feel your heart pumping to the beat
Of the bass drum
And you’re making eye contact with the bassist
And you know what note is next
And just for a minute
Only for a few hours
You are completely engulfed in something
Original and beautiful
If my life were a concert
If everyone’s life were a concert
Maybe there wouldn’t be so much hate
Maybe there would be connection and understanding
Between people who are feuding
And no, no
It couldn’t bring back the people who died
It wouldn’t cure cancer
It wouldn’t stop young, black men from being shot in our streets
It wouldn’t stop Palestine and Israel from hating and killing each other
It wouldn’t stop the bombs from dropping
It wouldn’t ever stop a thing for more than a set of songs.
But maybe, just maybe
A cop would look a black man in the eyes and say
I know it doesn’t change a thing, but man
We were wrong
We are wrong,
I know it doesn’t mean anything
Because your brothers and friends are dead in the streets, but man
I am sorry.
Because they felt a connection and their hearts were both beating to the same beat
And they feel SOMETHING
Because I am a child who was born and raised
In times of war and we turn our backs
On the civil war between citizens
And those who are supposed to protect us
Those who will stand up for the rights of others
And those who believe that a book written over
2,000 years ago can tell who and who is not
Damned to a life a violence.
And I spend my days figuring out
The best way to escape the class room
If a man with a gun were to come in.
And if my life were a concert,
Maybe I would be untouchable
To the men who have cornered me
Who have pinned me
To beds, floors, couches.
Maybe all the other little girls and boys
And men and women
Who have been pinned will be untouchable
Because I know I am not the only one
Who flinches when someone raises their fist
Or raises their voice
I am not the only one who hides their phone
In their boot at school incase we need to say goodbye
I am not the only one who bares scars of self hatred
I am not the only one who didn't think they'd make it this far.
If my life were a concert, it'd be a lot cooler.
Maybe we could all be the mad moshers
Maybe we could be the drunk who lost his shoe.
Maybe for a minute we could stop hating each others
Stop hating ourselves.
Just for one song.
Just for one set.