As blonde as a golden summer

We make decisions every day
That impact people’s lives –
Yet how liable are we
For the outcome

Get the camera; someone shouts
From too close for safety’s sake
Hold the children – run, run, run
And shy away from danger

He fell to ground – she looked behind
And saw him die (but in an instant)
A black child in a black man’s world
Her – as blonde as a golden summer

How dare I look the way I do
How dare I survive it –
Ill-equipped inside of me –
I’m bad luck – bad luck – (I thrive it)

The mirror waited for repose
What to do to raise the ire
She cut her locks as short as short
And bleached them (red as tribal fire)

And from repose she met unrest
And wrapped her arms around it
Where have you been (here all along)
Why did I take so long to recognise it

The fire – burning – burning bright
So bright its flames changed colour
And after all – the flames they turned
As blonde as a golden summer