I Too Sing The BluesA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoetThe blues is my muse
My intricate thoughts fall prey to smooth horns and vociferous tambourines Big Maybelle's Candy howls from the inside of my chest I am Big Mama hue Dangling my ample bosom in the ambiance of juke joint smoke and highly potent quarts of scotch scatting and screaming at the top of my lungs Motivating the women and their men folk to slide on to the creaky boards and cut a rug I am thugging this misery Sometimes I think I'm a Modern Day Tragedy Stuck in a venomous cycles Traveling in circles of repeated hysteria Is this my only destiny? When will my past dreams and dreams about the past become a present day reality So I bellow my manifesto my tedious prayers become my Harmonious moans My dress is the color of my spirit Signifying my innermost feelings As the pour out on to the asphalt I am not holidays cheer I spike my seasonal egg nog with pessimism I am far from dainty More of a woman I too sing the blues By Samantha Campbell © 2011 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 13, 2011 Last Updated on August 31, 2011 AuthorSamantha ~virginpoetOHAboutHAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo The Poe-t I cant sleep without kno.. more..Writing
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