James Brown


His lounges carried
A 1/2 note
Harmoniously in tune
A symphony of instrument
Defying the sound of rhythm.
A child silenced
“I’m Black and I’m Proud”
The tears of rage
Words shouted
Words whispered
Words sung
Harmoniously in vision
With what was needed
To be said.

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