The Streets


My aunt took me down to Harlem, down to Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd.
She talked to me about history, and struggle, 
and my head took it in, 
as the history of struggle.

And my life went on.
Colorless conversations. 
Happy white-noise.

Then I woke up, and her words were not history.
Place your hand on the asphalt.
The streets are hot.
They never cooled.

Raya Yarbrough

Singer, Composer, writer of absurd stories about LA, chanteuse on Outlander, BSG, DaVinci's Demons, & I used to date Dick Grayson.