The Look

“The Look”

(Aron Prince)

Backstory (April 5, 2021): Today, I was in Harlem with a fellow musician friend, playing catch up and whatnot, between West 123rd and 124th Streets off Lenox Avenue. I saw a couple of Black brothers sitting in a car on my left side while walking. I had noticed the passenger was looking in my direction, and I thought maybe they had needed to ask someone some like for the location of a building. Yet, I looked closer and notice he had a mean mug and soon said, “What f . . . is he looking at?” Shocked, I turned and walked up to let him know that I thought they needed to ask someone for a location or something. He had gotten out of the car, braced up, and all. Once he heard me, he felt embarrassed; the driver laughed and said, “Nah, you know what it is? It’s this neighborhood!” We started laughing, and the passenger gave me a pound, apologized, and I teased him a bit about being so aggressive. Once I began to walk off, the passenger called me back and said, “I love you, man!”

WHAT THE F . . . IS HE LOOKING AT?

BROTHER, I’M LOOKING AT ANOTHER BLACK BROTHER

FROM ANOTHER BLACK MOTHER

HOPING AND PRAYING SHE DOESN’T HAVE TO BURY

ANOTHER BLACK BROTHER

WHAT THE F . . . IS HE LOOKING AT?

BROTHER, I’M LOOKING AT ANOTHER BLACK BROTHER

FROM ANOTHER BLACK MOTHER

WHO FOUGHT FOR YEARS TRYING TO KEEP ALIVE

ANOTHER BLACK BROTHER

WHAT THE F . . . IS HE LOOKING AT?

BROTHER, I’M LOOKING AT ANOTHER BLACK BROTHER

FROM ANOTHER BLACK MOTHER

WHO SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO SHED A TEAR

FROM LOSING HER SON

ANOTHER BLACK BROTHER

MY APOLOGIES,

I LOVE YOU!

© Aron Prince 2021