The Hero

Written by C Hues

November 27, 2021

Jack idolized his teacher
A writer who never lied
But each one of his books
Were really plagiarized
			
They say never meet your heroes
That’s why all of mine are dead
Do your secrets keep you restless?
Steady shouting in your head

Jane met her favorite player
She wanted to play Pro Golf
When asking for his autograph
The player said, “Fuck off”

They say never meet your heroes
That’s why all of mine are dead
Do your secrets keep you restless?
Steady shouting in your head

James had to be a singer
His favorite band he heard
Led him to their concert
Where lips did not match words

TOUGH

Written by C Hues

November 23, 2021

TELL LIES
OMIT TAXES
UNDERSTAND NOTHING
GO PLAY GOLF
HATE TO WIN

TALK TOO MUCH
ORDER CHAOS
UNMASK AND INFECT
GOT NO BRAIN
HATE TO LOSE

TAYLOR (VERSION 2)

Written by C Hues

November 20, 2021

                       

Two friends from far away
Stopped by to save my soul
One recommended Taylor Ham
The other a Pork Roll

Cleopatra captured Antony
She was his only view
The spell cast by her violet eyes
To Cassius they were blue

Six brutes in Abbeville
Went to prey and attack
A woman coming from the Church
They’d be free because she was black

Their friends did not care
That Taylor identified as “they”
It was either “he” or “she”
Taylor didn’t have a say

A woman went to the tailor
To get clothes sent from heaven
She was a size 16
The tailor called it 7

November 19

Written by C Hues

November 19, 2021

“Justice is blind” is but a lie
Supremacists will sob and cry
A sorry face and alligator tears
To justify the jury’s fears

Raise the rebel flag with pride
“Justice is blind”, but never tried
A minute of deliberation
Death to thought of integration

Slaves were hanged for self-defense
To stop rape and abuse
“Justice is blind” is a pretense
Just tell it to the noose

“Here we have on trial today—
Jim Crow, Huck Finn, and Tom Sawyer
but the South will never sway;
Justice is blind”, mocked the lawyer.

DREAD

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