Yes, I do have music in the soles of my shoes.

I do call them Rhythm and Blues.

Not for the way my feet tap to the beat,

Or the way my head tilts and my bones creak.

But for the way they make me feel.

As I walk down the sidewalk,

My feet picks up the drums,

My mouth hums the trumpet,

And my hands pluck the guitar.

Yes, my whole body takes me to a music festival afar.

But my favorite part is when the people stare,

Wondering what I do as I play in the air.

But I dont truly care.

As my shoes still named Rhythm and Blues.

I go far and I will play, no matter who boos.

So go on,

Be right!

Feel the beat in your chest.

Because you never know when you're the one left in the street next.

You never know when that beating in your chest will be stopped by a pound of lead.

So go on, Rhythm and Blues.

Let's go until we're dead.
© Liyah Lee