twenty four hours in a day
twenty four years since
riots serenaded the streets of L.A.
that powder keg of corruption
safety of unreality violated
blue and red combined
made purple, united
against the tyranny
of the 5-0
we lived six hours away
working class neighborhood
southside Modesto
I can see your face cringe
all the way over here
when I tell people where I lived.
never thought it was that close
until the house down the block
had black and whites
crowding our quiet street
red and blue lights pulsing
imprinting in my brain
that damned song worming
its way into consciousness
breaking off my innocence with it.
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