Black Poetry : To My "OLD" poet friend: Sherykah's song

blakverb

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her song was tired or so
she thought no one heard
the lullabys she sang into
the night...yet everyone
slept easy after her melodic
speak and counted angels
that played double dutch
amongst the clouds

she thought her song no longer
cured the blues yet everyone
was left a cirulean hue after
she placed her voice on the wind

but then again was it her choice
of words that she sang to herself
that made her feel her song was
tired...when the masses
hear joy upon her verse.

(c)2001 blakverb
 

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