If Negroes would sing

I was born with a cracked voice and a staggering speech, Sometimes it's harder to tell if I'm complaining or not.... I write poetry and listen to music like I'm on salary to do so, But being part of a choir is something I'll never wish for... Today I bumped into my younger self, He asked for advise and I showed him some scars....the ones he's yet to wear in the next episodes of life, In my speech to him from me or perhaps from me to him, I witnessed he's innocence leave he's eyes If ******* would sing I'd audition a thousand times He'd sing the chorus I'd write the lyrics and we'd perform a bittersweet song... It's amazing what comes to mind when you find the last adolescent pictures that survived in the fire....