First Fridays on 18th and Vine
where Crossroads shows the true color divide
on the KC runway.
Jokes with the gang make the pain from racist realities fade away,
while we live bobbing our heads
and shaking our tail feathers
to IQ, AQ, or a DJ name for my homie
that’s worth bobbing to, vibing to,
boulevard harmonizing to,
yo and doo wopping to Ms. Lauryn Hill
tryna catch the “word”
and the wave
of thaat thing
until the dark night calls us to sleep.
All I know is
KC look damn good
in a bathing suit.
St. Louis and Wichita may disagree,
but I don’t got time nor want
to objectify where I’m from
like the city-version of a sexist scum
in order to make a picture-perfect point.
KC you are
crowned the royal chief
of the United States’ heart
with home colors
stained in red
and we will miss you