Blazing hot, and it's not even August. Tempers flare and people staring Sunlight glaring off the bumpers of semi's...glazed over looks in the babies eyes. Sweat drips profusely from the brow of the runner. And this is just the beginning of summer. Death looms for the frail in health, A/c blaring for those with much wealth. Thin slip dresses carressed by much needed breezes. Man without shirt poses as he pleases. Someone on the standing room only bus sneezes. And we start to worry about contagious diseases. Summer nights and ghetto fights. Rich folk taking first class flights. Off to where the sea breeze blows. When they come back somebody knows. The house may be violated, the home invaders are satiated. Cops and bounty hunters on short fuses. Nobody wins, and the black man loses. Covered with abrasions and black and blue bruises. Nobody knows anything, these cops must be using. Caught on camera, but they don't give a ****. Folks shooting out their cars cause they caught in a traffic jam. Ice cream melts before you can get it to your mouth. You ponder and wonder, how you ever lived down south. It is what it is and one thing that we got... Is a hot *** summer... That is BLAZING HOT!!!!!!