February 14, 2019

Despite all the stories I write about, I’ve never written about my past experiences with the police. And I’ve had plenty. According to society and my past experiences, race is often respected in that conversation. Ironically, my two worst experiences with the police were each with black male officers, partnered with young white male officers. I have nothing against those dudes, but here is the dude they forgot to shoot.
(Photo by Richard Lee on Unsplash)

Both experiences left me sad and blue.
Both experiences they threatened to shoot.
I promise you, ask Sam, he was there in Vegas for occurrence number two.
But here is what happens to black men when the police don’t shoot.
The saddened blue becomes an inspiring hue.
This is the story of Dekum’s Blue;
It’s untouchable, yet who knew it would start from Dekum’s true.
Not to be confused, although Dekum was where I had first grew –
up to think blue. Next, what is it to you?
Because stars only shine at night,
yet they shine just as bright all day.
It maybe the chosen ones who only see the grey.
That’s what it genuinely is – the middle I’ll say.
Later they’ll say, “looking up to the sky, it is blue not grey.”
But did you remember to think blue? What is it to you?
Dekum’s ranch blue? Or, the new one with God’s plan?
Moved thus in to a new blue to forever inspire you.
During the day, I promise the sky is blue.
Whilst the stars shine bright, you can still look up at the stars in view.
But the day’s light, which is blue, keeps the star’s light from shining on you.
That’s magical, how blue can protect a light from shining on you.
But looking up in the day, all you see is blue.
So, what is it to you?
Pick a star and name it.
Everyday millions of stars are born.
Everyday millions of babies are born.
And with death, millions of lives are torn.
Yet only one will run well out of a million.
Fighting for a potential civilian.
The one that penetrated first with electric fire.
To live with desire.
Forever, as love is the lever.
Like a star in the day is clever.
Always showing its true nature.
Disguised in blue.
Dekum’s blue.
We dreamed in Blue.
Like the summer’s we ignored to inspire you.
Grab ahold of the drive given to you.
Don’t replicate the driver.
It’s a new type of race.
Looking left and right you can assume a steady pace.
But then who’s the fool?
Who’s the Tool?
The words? The swords?
The rule?
Read in-between.
It’s possibly transcending you.
This is wordplay, so relax.
I can go on like I do with my sax.
Like Dekum’s blue where I started playing jazz.
I just show up and things happen.
Like looking up and seeing blue.
Think again, what is it to you?
Just another day to shine blue…maybe for the boring fool.
Because stars shine just as bright as they do at night.
So, get yo’ ass up and do something fun.
Because again, what is it to you?
Elated from the grounds of blue.
An abode divined for writing and inspiring you.
If nothing to you, thinking blue is boring to you.
And seeing Dekum’s blue glow right in front of you,
Might be overwhelming in your view.
Just like the above blue.
The untouchable hue.
You can look up but never touch that blue.
Like the grey hue at times, and the longer dark skies,
The blue last longer than night skies.
Assuming you’re up longer than night times.
But it won’t matter because the stars will shine just as bright.
Like the only blue shining in day light.
The untouchable star we created, yet often disguised in blue elated.
Camouflaged in grey.
So, when you look up your eyes are okay.
Two black officers let me live this long.
I’m sure I’ll be OK.
I’ll continue for Dr. King.
And his partner Mr. Abernathy.
The generation that said everyday a star is born
Just pick yours and ride it.
Because this star chose you.
That’s why it rhymes with blue.
Don’t believe me.
I’ll prove it.
By telling you there’s just as much black in the sky as blue.
Good Morning, Good Evening, Goodnight.
The new hue is to inspire you.
Born a hue of true.
Eyes bright confirming you were ready.
The night skies turned into Dekum’s blue ever so steady.
The hue of blue is dark over fair.
Maybe my words are ignored by people who often don’t care.
But what would it be for the grey in the hue?
Caring about your words wouldn’t inspire a few.
Like a black hole, you’ll transcend to understand a better you.
It’ll prove the blue that always confused you.
Assuming how all along the news could amuse you.
Hiding the secret of you in plain sight and view.
The blue returns to drive you back to more likes and views.
Just keep reading and watching.
Toward the end my productivity gets blotchy.
Like dark into light or vice versa.
All this writing you know I’m learnt up.
Just keep going and never let them see you sweat.
Don’t trust me?
You’ll find it more of a regret.
You’ll see the message from your sweat.
Gleaming a hue out of you.
Like a failure’s view.
It may define you.
It’s up to you.
If you let it.
Look up.
A new view.
That’s Dekum’s Blue.
A passive blue.
Killed in people’s view.
A gain for social media views?
I guess the ignorant needed to know too.
I’m good on that news.
I could’ve been that dude.
Every day I could be that dude.
The fallen few to the shooting fool.
Ever so paid under the government’s trade.
Just remember Dekum’s blue is what you all made.
From the days of trust; bondage rage.
America’s taking.
Mine’s an ex-slave.
But what is it to you?
Looking up to the brightest hue.
An inspiring blue.
Now Dekum’s true.

Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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