The Noise This Evening: a Four Part Poetry/Photo Essay on the 2020 LA Uprisings (Part III)
Hand me a flower, and I'll hand you the blues.

HAND ME A FLOWER, AND I’LL HAND YOU THE BLUES (July)
by M.G. Hughes
Hand me a flower and
I’ll hand you the blues.
Hand me a flower and
I’ll tell you the story of
How my grandmother’s brother
Was killed by the KKK after
Word spread that our family discovered oil on our farm.
How a man by the name of Private Charles Lewis
Who, in 1940, was lynched in Kentucky after refusing
To empty his own pockets while wearing his Army uniform.
Hand me a flower and
I’ll hand you the blues.
Hand me a flower and
I’ll return you an entire century of
The weight of the Black bodies, like Will Brown,
Who was beaten and hanged from a telegraph post
All before his burning body was dragged through the street.
The sound of an entire town called Rosewood which, in 1923,
Was gutted out and burned to the ground by White mobs after
A man named Jesse Hunter was framed for assaulting a White woman.
Hand me a flower and
I’ll tell you this.
Hand me a flower and
I’ll tell you this without flinching:
When they say America has come a long way
They really mean the American people have walked another inch
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