THE ENTANGLEMENT

Black Bodies. Red underneath. Yellow Tape Everywhere.
Entangled in these thin blue lines.
Dancing. Dodging. Ducking. Trapped.
Felt like yarn, there's a tactile quality within these white walls.
Selling sweaters of pain, you best learn to knit.
Or crochet.
What should I say? How should I move?
How can I live when there's Black bodies all over the place. Ensnared in these thin blue lines.
I want to yell, but I can't breathe.
I guess you don't know what you can't see. Unless there is tape there is no proof.
Unless you were there there is no truth.
But it was there before it was seen, felt before there were screams.
So wing sing with long loud limbs spinning
all around.
Sometimes you gotta make a little noise to bring these walls down.