IN YOUR OWN WORDS BOUND TO GO LEFT BY REA BROWN, VOICE VENDOR I’m not a racist, but these cases, make me have to take a side. How long must this go on? They even killed a man in his own home, eating ice cream, relaxing. It’s like our values is nothing, unlawful cuffing, somebody better do something, before I go live with my cousin. She has guns by the dozen. “Ahem!” Jeff cleared his throat interrupting, “Would anyone else like to share something?” He uttered with compunction, but reluctant, “Maybe on a different subject?” Guy noticed all was looking, so he started. “Aroma dancing like cotton candy, mixed with brandy, with a pinch of dandy, fanning fancy with bubbly silk clothing soft like puppy dogs be, more beautiful than anything you could ever see. Unless you were blessed to be able to roam the sea, salty only if I should ever lose the key. Jeff nods his head as if to agree. That’s when Kaylee uttered so humbly, REA BROWN. CREDIT: GILES CLASEN IT WAS BOUND TO GO LEFT. That’s what was on the mind of Jeff, as he spoke with held breath, “Would anyone else like to bless before I put this class to rest?” Her voice cracks as she says, luckily, it’s obvious she’s trying to dam the flood rushing. He could already see the mess that would ensue after yes, the bullets that would fly hitting all without a vest. “Yes, yes, yes!” was the reply from Kaylee, Queen, and Guy. He smiled and said “OK,” but he was really thinking “Why?” Sifting his vocabulary to find ways to say goodbye, he opened his mouth, but he hesitated to lie. It was at that he that he realized Queen was about to cry With frustration in her voice and justice in her eyes, she yelled, “I’m a Black woman, and I will not stand by and watch the murder of innocent lives. They killed another boy with a toy. It’s like they don’t even try! “Luckily I’ll find my way back to luxury. Godspeed, I’ll return to living comfortably. And when I do, I’ll remember those who looked the other way, cause I will look the other way too, trust me. Jeff, not wanting to sound rushy, plus he was somewhat moved by Kaylee, so he decided that a pause was necessary, even if danger was waiting. They had gone too far to try escaping, so Jeff just slowly started pacing. By now, everyone was bracing. The tension was pervading. It was as if the Reaper started speaking, as he uttered, “That’s neat. At least, they think they’re sweet, but hurt their feet. But they look sleek. Often wore to a meet with teeth. Cheek-to-cheek. Even though bleak. In steps, a creep. Hoping nobody peep and notice your need for a seat, or some sneaks until it’s too hard to hide that you’ve been hero-ing up a hill on heaps.■ “Every year, at least a hundred bums die in the streets, and I can’t help but think, ‘what if one week one of them is me?’ With a haircut, a dress and some clogs, I’m not that ugly. A shower or two and a few people would love me. If only they knew who was me, they wouldn’t think themselves above me. Trust me They would consider themselves lucky and pray one day their babies don’t grow to be junkies. A lot of people are okay, one check away from being dusty, one bath away from being musty,” FREE ADDICTION SUPPORT FOR DENVER RESIDENTS EXPERIENCING HOMELESSNESS OR FINANCIAL HARDSHIP (855) 539-9375 WeFaceItTogether.org 12 DENVER VOICE November 2021
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