Black and Blues

I don’t turn on the news
in the morning because all
I see is black and hear blues
or a story about that white
knowing it’s still alright
but the blue with the black
gives me fright

because at night I know I
can’t sleep because the red
with the black is on my mind
and when I distance myself
it’s too easy to forget.

Must I again turn on the news
to see the black singing blues?

Instead I reflect on a memory
forever in thoughts of we.
It’s too hard to believe that for
three hundred plus years
it’s still the sights of blacks
followed by the sounds of blue.