Poem -

When Motown Meets The Blues

When Motown Meets The Blues

With your eyes
you see the shadows
of the dark, deep within my soul 
you see me

even when I don't feel whole
you see my every flaw
 
when I cannot see myself 
you see me
even when I've closed the door
 
when all the light 
is shaded by the dark
and when, even in my best mood 
the clouds remain
 
soaking me in misery 
to the point I am drowning
 
suffocating lungs filled with soot 
 
I will try my best to stand tall
 
a woman isn't always easy to see
but you see me 
 
with your eyes 
you see the sparkles
of light deep within my soul
 
you see me at my best
you see me, when I reach my goals
 
a woman isn't always easy to see
but you see me
you really do
 
and
that's when...
Motown meets the Blues.

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Shirley Harrison

Good morning dear Being Me, so very kind of you to come by and say. Thank you. 🌹 

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

Black people used to tell me I can't listen to Black Music because, I'm not Black...

I have a few scars to prove it...

When I called prejudice I didn't get it...

There's another scar...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dear sparrowsong, where I was born we are such a varied cultural society that nobody ever noticed any of that, Billie Holiday is one of my favourite jaz and blues singers, and if nothing else music should bring us all together. Thank you 🌹 

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

It's ok...

They probably saved me a lot of Money...

I used to buy a lot of Record Albums...

I would have only bought a lot more...

It's was for my own good I'm sure Sis...

😂

🌹

 

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Rory McGinlay

A woman isn't always easy to see

Perfect line H

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