“I Can’t Breathe”

I walk into the street. Bright yellow lines direct the cars and my feet.

I go left into the moving crowd. My neighborhood is full of people brown, black and proud.

The sounds of soul music is an urban flavor. It gives rhythm to our walk and its taste that we savor.

Pick-up basketball keeps kids dribbling orange balls in the park. I keep on the go cause these streets will get dark.