in Moonlight black boys look blue

I’ve been here a long time. Out of Cuba. A lot of black folks are Cuban. You wouldn’t know from being here now. I was a wild little shortie, man. Just like you. Running around with no shoes on, the moon was out. This one time, I run by this old… this old lady. I was running, howling. Kinda of a fool, boy. This old lady, she stopped me. She said…“Running around, catching a lot of light“. „In moonlight, black boys look blue“. „You’re blue“. „That’s what I’m gonna call you: ‚Blue‘.“