"Thank You Falletin Me Be Mice Elf Again"
Grateful for music of identity
and unity—of beat and pride and funk,
of Cuba, New Orleans, of Brown and Sly
and more—that changed the face of the dance floor.
Mice elves and ourselves, still predator
and prey, came close enough for cross over
and curiosity to play. Minds set
to fight or fly paused to face new light.
Black power showed oppression’s source and scared
the powers in control to dirty fights
with drugs and guns, set-ups and tightened locks
on lowered ceilings—yet music still flowed.
Mice elves changed minds and shifted borders so
underground forces continue to roll
in rock that’s deep within united souls,this rock of ages where love can grow.
Written for Sumana's prompt
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast