A Negro Walks In

There was this time,

way back in time,

a Negro walks in,

and mesmerizes all gathered,

at first he never told us,

but later revealed,

a Negress was following behind,

both reached the podium,

and together hummed,

sometimes a tenor,

at other times a baritone

rung out piercingly,

for 2 hours straight,

Negress and Negro

held us in awe!

I remembered another place,

in another continent,

a half-caste sung one of the songs,

she told us her mother,

had taught her this song,

it was a song sung by collective voices,

its tune was improvised accordingly,

when the collectives had their backs bent,

or when they had a dirge procession,

sometimes it was sung to celebrate child-birth,

when this song crossed over to that other continent,

it was a celebratory song,

in it sugarcane plantations were miles and miles,

this half-caste, mulatto and mixed sung it so well,

now that I am here,

listening to the Negress and Negro,

singing a version of this song,

so many cues assault my intellect,

next to me is a deep ocean-blue eyed black boy,

depending on his moods,

the eyes can sparkle and dazzle,

across from us is the Albino manager,

who made this event possible.

A Negress and the Negro performed to a large audience,

their blue eyed son was so proud,

The Albino manager exhibited event organization skills,

the philharmonic center filled to capacity.