It's said that in Moonlight, black
Boys turn blue
But what is the charm of the streetlight's kiss
On the blackness of skin
In the blackness of night?
The warm orange glow
The cold, white shine
A streetlight illuminates the night
In an effort to say
"Go home"
A shooting star, a sudden, bold
Flash of starlight, begs its audience
To make a wish
What is the desire of the shooting star
Of the neighborhood
Small pieces of lead
Flying through the air?
These are more potent than a
Wish. Realer than a
Desire unspoken
These tell the whole truth
These give no false hope
These make good on their promises
These tear flesh apart
These tear families apart
They say in Moonlight
Black boys turn blue
In the neighborhood, after wishing
Upon shooting stars, bathed in streetlight
They do the same