unconventional spellings of Michelle

“Look at my hands and please don’t shoot me
Put down your guns and take your hands off me”

I heard a song I loved
and recorded part of it
about living with your hands up and dying
with the static of crowd murmurs in the background
and black and blue and black and blue—
I searched for the song
but can’t find it anywhere
and what did i do
to be so—
it seems to only exist on my subpar phone recording
would you push through
you could die too—
laying on the couch I am defeated
but still listening
over and over
wishing those poetic words were mine
I’d be so
I’d be so—