i’m just over here, singing negro spirituals and communing with our ancestors, eating a big bucket of soulful dripping buttery popcorn–passing it all around, watching the birds fly above in the powdery blue sky, and feeling the sunlight caress our souls.

talkinbout them white folks, and shaking our heads with slow deep knowledge.

I know this one thing, we claim our happiness, joy, and togetherness of spirit.

they are here with me, helping me to see and say and sang–we gonna be alright, we gonna be alright.