Change what? Change who?
Not me, not my melanin skin,
not my afro puff, cornrows, wide nose
full lips, thick hips.
Change the President who resides in the White House at 16th Penn,
who’s not qualified for that position.
Change not my two steps I do when I think no one is
watchin’, change some of those half bake politicians, who create
jacked up policy, to better policy.
Change those racist police to do what they were sworn in to do,
not what they chose to do.
Ungrateful to grateful, unwilling to willing.
Change the bullets, before that coward pulls the trigger, to
plush pellets that explode sprays of Love Potion #9 in the air.
Change the have-nots, to have,
And lower high interest rates.
Lock the brakes on hateful drivers who speed through the streets and
kill for no reason.
Change the mind of the abuser, blind the pedophile.
Change hate to love.
Change those who don’t listen to listen,
we are the people.
Change the national anthem to Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On,”
So we all can blend and get it in.
I pray it’s not too late — let’s take a chance, we create a link
to link up to love and get rid of these sick sons of overbearing,
headache, and heartaches of hate.
As Michael Jackson once sang, “Let’s make that change.”
Denise wrote “Change” as part of the Street Sense Media Theater Workshop and has performed numerous times throughout the city.
