I walk through the beat,
Read me, like me?
Take a taste of me,
Sir, ma’am, it’s okay.
I’m a pretty decent guy,
I think.
That is, if you will talk to me.
Sir, ma’am, please, don’t walk
Away from me.
My skin is on fire,
Please, allow me to drink a drop of
Your water.
Sir, ma’am, I don’t want to hurt anybody,
But I do, I think.
Not with my fists or feet, guns or machete,
But with slight undercurrents, I think
I remind them of bad thoughts,
The negative man in their head who
They try to keep at bay.
The voice of someone like me,
Who’s no good for no one, anyway.
Sir, ma’am, please give me a sip of your tea?