JAZZ
Working class
Moving fast
Building an empire
Little Burgundy.
Clubs lively as the perseverance
Dancing in gold
Oscar Peterson rocks your soul
The improvisation that always sounds right
The improvisation that means: to survive
They played JAZZ.
Building a community was the desire
But everywhere they went, the fire followed
Blew up dreams and progress
Sugar coated in a named called ______, ___ ______, or _______ _____ _______
Slaves were here
Slavery was here
Neglect is never a deficit in this part of town.
Africville
Marginalized through a dominion promising freedom
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They settled
Close-knit churches and a vibrant social pool in a sea of grey.
Deprivation
Community
Deprivation
Rising up
Demolish
Relocation
Deprivation
No communication
Yet the message is so clear
Sewage and dirt pile up and swallow pride
Gentrify
Invest in your dreadful goals so they can’t adjust
It was alive here.
Symphonies that don’t sound
The revealing clouds we never seem to notice
Trains with the spirit of sleeping porters
Survival is the order.
Tips of skin on the keys
Plays this nation to life
And all that JAZZ.
