The Blurred Times

The lines are blurred when blended I know first hand that govenment grilled cheese sandwiches are delicious as I shared them with Phillup my best friend, black as night and true as time...he was my ace His mother, my godmother Lucille, chased us out to play in streets equal parts innocent and villainous Street kids busted hydrants in blazing summer days we ran through the water blasting sideways cooly There was no race-hate-ignorant-violence Black and White children playing with only the care of our next adventure and the dread of a setting sun All poor, all struggling, all trying to get by lines were blurred and blended splendidly playing a Guns N Roses tape for Lucille as she laughed at the wailing voice shaking her wise head saying "Here honey" ...."Listen" replaced with Otis Redding the pain and passion in his voice hung in the hot air adding to the summer soundtrack I moved to a whiter and "higher" place better schools and cleaner streets the children echoed their parents ignorant hate filled diatribe...Ni**er this and Ni**er that... ...I visited Phillup as he moved to a rougher hood the children echoed their parents ignorant hate filled diatribe...Honkey this and Honkey that... Not one of those knowing the other...the lines clear and defined. Seperate and scornful ...I miss that beautiful blurred time in my life ...I wish everyone knew such a place existed