(SHE PLAYS MY FAVORITE SONG)
You know how you hear a song and it evokes so many memories?
Touches you in special places?
We got sad songs and happy songs, love songs and hate songs .
Some days now she is that song. So many emotions and I. I don't know but I want her in my life.
I like her song... She reminds me of where I come from... The good and the bad, the reality of it all.
I remember her all soft and sweet like milk chocolate.
I remember her hard like the ghettos where we roamed.
Her voice a moment of calm in a terrifyingly real storm.
Broken glass and shattered lives.
Bass beating in Cadillac trunks.
Big rims and the tap, tap, of gunshots.
Police badges glinting in the streetlight shining down.
So many days walking on concrete and surrounded by bricks, glass and steel.
The sounds of life urban in a man made jungle.
Drumbeats and heartbeats fading into the city nights.
Her on I man mind.
So stringent the sound, her tweaking my strings.
The most eloquently sweet song playing in stereo, the melody, so exquisitely unique.
Ahhhh...
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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