A long way from home (poem in progress)

Why do I hear white voices in my melodies?
People who have hardly witnessed the horrors of New Orleans
sing with their mother and father kissing them good night before the setting sun.
Sometimes I feel like this world ain't going to change.
So I run, and keep running, till I'm finally away from the river.
Yet when I tune into the Voice, there he is front and center
White man, dreaded and sharing his porridge with me.
The mute button is my only carriage.
Still I'm a Rottweiler in heat, not hunting for no rabbit
Though you'll have your Samoyed pup becoming friends with everyone.
Sometimes I feel like this world ain't going to change.
But you knew that already huh? Because you claim the ceiling can't hold us.
So instead you'll let the entire building collapse on us. Then build a Grammy out of the
debris for your own showcase.  I'm not poor. You're not poor. Neither of us shopped at the thrift shop for
          our red carpet outfits.
But we got no culture right? And it ain't might culture right? I'll tell ya minorities in New York City are fed
Louis, Miles, Nina, Aretha, Nat, The Drifters and then Billy Joel.
But only some of them got titles. Only some of them are heard loud. I guess I'll just raise the volume up.

A sunny day

Amidst a sunny day, I can see it

conflagrations raging through the summer sky

I sit disposed in my chair, lounging in idleness 

From afar they bloom, fungi riding the mountains 

They sculpt the landscape into pretty monuments.

I watch from my lawn chair, sunglasses on for the eclipse

My hand is cold to the touch, yet my heart remains thumping

Good morning Earth! Humankind's sunshine says hello 

Cue the music. Grab a beer or cheap Vodka. 

And while sitting, our minds begin to melt

We brandish tans, but know nothing about culture

There are beaches galore or if we're inland, deserts

regardless keep sipping, it'll all process itself 

Smiles are all that we have, fat grins and hearty laughs

to prevent the inevitable upside down umbrella secretly growing on people's faces

Family don't wait up, go on without me 

I've resigned myself to my outside bunker of politics 

God's wrath pales in comparison to the fireworks!

No need for my flip flops, I'll go barefoot today

And shards of debris, broken bottles and broken condom wrappers

might litter the floor, but all is fine in the loamy sand

Eventually the waves will come to take us away 

My love, sitting beside me on the shore

let us enjoy our sunset from where we began

My God! I can swim.