Science and Song

Sometimes you walk into a library singing to yourself like 'I'm so cold I could pee in my pants.'

And a little ole sweet lady walks by so you hum and pretend you weren't just singin'

And yeh open the door to a bundled lil man who nods his head and totters through.

Maybe you accidentally found yourself in the Science section of the floor 

Then the very young kid asks you if you really like science cause that's his love.

He tells you all the books he's read and advises you to read these ones.

He shows you the world record that one day he's going to beat.

You tell him to try cause he can do it. 

He shyly laughs but he's on his way to genius.

If only we all read our way through life to beat someones record and be a genius

If only we all laughed shyly and were half as humble.

Later there is Spotify playing all the good things.

There are so many good songs.

It makes me sad deep down that its literally impossible to hear every beautiful song ever written.

I don't know what possessed me to look up my own name for as a song.

I knew there would be nothing.

I knew because I live a life of repeating my name to every new soul asking.

I knew because there is no way.
No keychains. No bicycle license plates. No name ever.

You can imagine my freaking out finding an album lo and behold-ly. 

You can imagine my freaking out finding a song lo and behold-ly.

A sad calm song about a breakup with a girl and my name.

I didn't care. I cared about the song.

You can imagine my freaking out finding aNOTHER song

A song. not a SONG. A rap. A RAP.

A rap song about a breakup and a girl and my name.

I always knew my name was black.

I always knew she was.

I knew that other Renita out there was black.

Thank you to the boyfriend of Renita who wrote her a rap song.

Thank you for the calm one that is beautiful and the rap one that is hilarious.

Thank you for lil grown Gran's & Gramps who nod and smile.

Thanks for the little boy who told me his plan of beating the worlds record and his love for science.