Written by C Hues
November 16, 2021
DREAD
He wakes up wanting the day to end
His marriage has reached the bottom
He cannot hold his baby boy
For fear that he would drop him
Don’t think about being blue
Don’t think about being blue
Don’t think about being blue
Blue
She wishes life was slower
She tries to drive but dread
Incessant death and people struck
Are always in her head
Don’t think of red
Don’t think of red
Don’t think of red
Red
Her mom was dark, her dad was white
And knowing, as a slave
Her body isn’t hers
So should she choose the grave?
Don’t be high yellow
Don’t be high yellow
Don’t be high yellow
Black