I had a dream.
Words well chosen
By Doctor King.
Brings back a memory.
Of things,
That might have been.
You don’t critique
The messenger,
For acts unseen.
Listen to his words
As his mind is keen.
He liked women,
And booze,
But chose
His words carefully.
Not a paragon of virtue,
But he felt real to me.
When I knew he had died
I had tears in my eye.
And my mom said,
Don’t cry for a nigger.
So i cut myself.
Then i just bled,
But I felt bigger.
