Tell me the story again
Of how you were born to be blue
Of how you made friends with a girl
While you were in middle school
Tell me the story again
Of how you didn’t care about the risk
Of how you both enjoyed music
Back in 1946
Tell me the story again
Of how you couldn’t bring her home
Of how you’re parent’s disapproval
Left you feeling alone
Tell me the story again
Of how you knew where she lived
Of how you knew her neighborhood
Was off limits to white kids
Tell me the story again
Of how you met up many years on
Of how she liked the way you were
And was sorry you had gone
Tell me the story again
Of how such things were back then
Of how you’d have taken another path
If you could do it over again
April 21, 2017
A conversation with someone born in 1934.
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